Seven

(albüm: Soul Eater - 2019)

Yeah, yeah

Seven in the morning and she calling up my phone
Say she want love and she don't wanna be alone
Rolling up my backwood while I'm counting up my dough
Pistol on my side and a choppa on the floor
It should be obvious (Obvious)
I want the cash not accomplishments (Accomplishments)
It ain't no stopping it (No, no)
It ain't no stopping it (No, no)

Hold up (Hold up, what?), get yo thot (Get yo thot)
Pull up (Skrrt skrrt), whipping hard (Whipping hard)
Look up, it's raining guap
Come through in some shit look like an autobot

Megatron, ricochete
Sipping lean, no lemonade
You should see a nigga face when I'm laughing to the bank
Going hard up in the paint like I was Lebron James
Blocking shit up out my lane like I was DeAndre
First I get that dough, then I spend that dough
Got the game on lock like a Figure 4 (Woo)
And I tote the Glock like I'm Lara Croft
Yeah, my diamonds wet like I'm Hassleholf
That bitch call me, seven o'clock
Say she lonely, she need a harp
I just hang up on that bitch because that's not my job
I'ma go back to my bank and I'ma hit withdraw

Seven in the morning and she calling up my phone
Say she want love and she don't wanna be alone
Rolling up my backwood while I'm counting up my dough
Pistol on my side and a choppa on the floor
It should be obvious
I want the cash not accomplishments
It ain't no stopping it
It ain't no stopping it

Hold up, get yo thot (Get yo thot)
Pull up (Pull up), whipping hard (Whipping hard)
Look up (Look up), it's raining guap (It's raining guap)
Come through in some shit look like an autobot