Testo Peso Jay Critch

Peso

I count cash all day though
Bad bitch look like J-Lo
I put the bitch on the payroll
Tell her to do what I say so
I know they hate, it's okay though
I want that face in the Range Rove’
She do the most for the pesos
Diamonds they shootin' like dracos
Spin on your block and we lay low
Play with the racks, shit play-dough
I walked in the bank with a bankroll
She suckin' me up, had to change clothes
I want that head like a halo
My niggas shooting like Halo
I fell asleep with the Faygo
She know whatever I say go
Tell her to, fuck it up
She do the most and do more
I’ma go, double up
Trying to get all of the blues notes
She be acting like a lame, ho
I cannot fuck with the same, ho
Why you acting like you ain't know?I'm in the whip and it's paid for

I pour it up then sip
Stay with my niggas I can't switch
She let me fuck in the whip
Whole lotta hoes like Saint Nick
Might put Chanel on the kicks
But that's only for my main bitch
She throwing it back, it be dangerous
Talking money, she speaking my language
She hop on the dick, do tricks
Like it's somebody recording her
I used to go hit me a lick
Back to the block like "Order up"
Then I go and pull up to my show like 30 deep
But it really be more of us
Before I got me some dough, they all asleep
'Member they was ignoring us
Get the money, that’s really all we know
Young nigga but I’m going beast mode
And they sending shots, but we eat those
We gon' bang your block, with a 3-0
Bang your block, turn you to meatloaf
Smoking Cali on the East Coast
She tell me to stop when I deep stroke
She do it all, and she deep throat
On the block I’m with 40 and Rico
Like the mafia, taking the peacoat
If you crossing the line like a free throw
Looking out for them cops and them people
She do what I say 'cause I said so
Bundles all in my pockets like egg rolls
Built it up from the ground like a Lego
Hit it once, she don't know how to let go

I count cash all day though
Bad bitch look like J-Lo
I put the bitch on the payroll
Tell her to do what I say so
I know they hate, it's okay though
I want that face in the Range Rove’
She do the most for the pesos
Diamonds they shootin' like dracos
Spin on your block and we lay low
Play with the racks, shit play-dough
I walked in the bank with a bankroll
She suckin' me up, had to change clothes
I want that head like a halo
My niggas shooting like Halo
I fell asleep with the Faygo
She know whatever I say go
Tell her to, fuck it up
She do the most and do more
I'ma go, double up
Trying to get all of the blues notes
She be acting like a lame, ho
I cannot fuck with the same, ho
Why you acting like you ain't know?
I'm in the whip and it's paid for

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