Top Songs By Don Thado
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Don Thado
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thaddeus Jones
Songwriter
Lyrics
When I pop out hoes gone follow watch I turn the city up
Got yo bitch choosin since you mad i let her eat me up
Naomi Osaka tennis chains pockets racked up
You only ball around tax time nah you ain't foolin us
My Atlanta bitch she swear she from detroit how she stay with n some buffs
Smack on her the ass grab her neck she said she like it rough
She said she like my lingo yea baby gone eat it up
All of my niggas we stay on go it ain't no snaking us
Throwing money got the stage flooded tell em rake it up
See niggas muggin we buy more bottles get ya paper up
Bad bitches in our section all on live tryna run it up
All these vvs on me You can tell a Nigga coming up
Off white but my diamonds on just like a shandelier
I'm the motivation they see me and wana make it here
Balling so damn hard all they do sit watch and cheer
Pull up in a maybach pull back the curtain had to make it clear
Shoebox money stacking it all winter I done had enough
When I pop out hoes gone follow watch I turn the city up
Got yo bitch choosin since you mad i let her eat me up
Naomi Osaka tennis chains pockets racked up
Uh uh uh
If you aint the gang then you can't come around
I keep all these bitches mad they niggas want to pipe me down
I don't want yo nigga I want money you can fix that frown
I don't deal with niggas that don't pay shit but want fuck around
Just got on a flight to the a
Gota Georgia nigga from the peach that's gone do what I say
Rich nigga from the streets stars in the wraith white letters on the seats
I took a flight to the east
Just to go get me some money
I'll be damned if I wait for a nigga to bring it to me
On ssg
Shoebox money stacking it all winter I done had enough
When I pop out hoes gone follow watch I turn the city up
Got yo bitch choosin since you mad i let her eat me up
Naomi Osaka tennis chains pockets racked up
Writer(s): Thaddeus Jones
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