lirik lagu casper tng – number 3
[intro]
uhhhh-uhh-uhhh
my jeans, jeans
money stick out of my jeans, jeans
my shooters they shootin’ for free, free
[chorus]
money stick out of my jeans
my shooters they shootin’ for free
no trick and she do it for free
i feel like all eyes are on me
i hop out the whip wit’ a ski
no hat-trick i’m givin’ ’em three
my shooters they shootin’ for free
no trick and she do it for free
red bottoms like peach
all my yg’s i teach
catch a body no sleep
that’s a ahh-ee, ohh jeez
smokin’ on your og’s
hope you got your forty
i don’t sip no forty
i get my cup and my lean
[verse 1]
is that your dawg in the park (park)
don’t take a walk in the park (no!)
last thing he saw was a spark (spark)
your block is the target it’s dark (flash!)
i’m still tryna duck the narcs (pole)
he still a cop in parts (parts)
he cookin’ up a brick in parts (whip!)
we take a stick apart (stick!)
when i hit the mall i’m in gucci and all (gucci and all)
my b-tch bougie and all (woo!)
when i’m locked up who gon’ answer my calls
when i’m them walls
servin’ bucktees john wall
i got b-tches on call (on call)
come and join, entourage
touch and move, yeah, on pause
guess you is just on job
[chorus]
money stick out of my jeans
my shooters they shootin’ for free
no trick and she do it for free
i feel like all eyes are on me
i hop out the whip wit’ a ski
no hat-trick i’m givin’ ’em three
my shooters they shootin’ for free
no trick and she do it for free
red bottoms like peach
all my yg’s i teach
catch a body no sleep
that’s a ahh-ee, ohh jeez
smokin’ on your og’s
hope you got your forty
i don’t sip no forty
i get my cup and my lean
[verse 2]
she wanna f-ck in a benz (uh)
i wanna f-ck wit’ a friend (uh)
gucci all over my lens
i just spent more than your rent (uh)
she wanna f-ck it depends
do i have beef in your ends
are you tryna line me for friends
they gon’ find me wit’ a tec
when i’m in the trap i keep answering calls
i have chickens and all
who thinkin’ i had a dream i would ball
now i want it all
custy jumpin’ water wall
they’ve been talkin’ to the law
they can’t find him now he gone
chip it now the work it’s gone
cash out, louboutin
[chorus]
money stick out of my jeans
my shooters they shootin’ for free
no trick and she do it for free
i feel like all eyes are on me
i hop out the whip wit’ a ski
no hat-trick i’m givin’ ’em three
my shooters they shootin’ for free
no trick and she do it for free
red bottoms like peach
all my yg’s i teach
catch a body no sleep
that’s a ahh-ee, ohh jeez
smokin’ on your og’s
hope you got your forty
i don’t sip no forty
i get my cup and my lean
[outro]
uhh-uh, uhh-uh, uhh-uh
uhh-uh, uhh-uh, uhh-uh
uhh-uh, uhh-uh, uhh-uh
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