Click Clat Remix

(album: O.E.M.O - 2011)

Got that Fetty on my mind, steady trying to get more
Ain't no time for stopping, see that green light, let's go
Got that money bag for that money bag, get it all for that low
That exchange and that hand shake, don't count it all let's roll
Do a hundred thous quarter mill, half a mill hey
Treat this money like my bitch and I'ma fuck her eryday
See her ass right and her past life make it hard as hell to squeeze
I'm blowing all this money, man I'm trying to find a new breeze
Trying use me to come up, nigga fanned out with that hand out
Dark tint with that...on it, real niggas don't stand out
Click clat, we clap it all, desert eagle, 5 o
If you ain't over your city, why the fuck you all in my convo

Point bein it's gametime, take erything or take mine
I pause nigga I pause, no draws that's hang time
Calling my accountant tell that bitch I got
See tomorrow on the news money tall like the ain't
My money, right, my money, bread good, good, good
Shawty fuck it, what's up girl?
That hair good
Bang, bang, pow, pow, I do my thang than
Look at me now, now
My money right, money money pass up
Up and away
Face down, ass up, I rep my town town, that's where I'm from from
So nigga pow pow, boom boom