Fumble Songtext
Trxple7
Uh huh! Uh huh! Uh!
Trxple7
"IOD, you got too many racks," I want it doubled, then
How the hell you gon' work for a bag, then you fuckin' fumble it?
Tell me you don't give a fuck about the money, bitch you troubled then (bah, bah)
That boy thought he could flex, we went over and we fumbled him
I got the bumblebee rims, I got the 5% tint
I got money on me, bitch you know I'm on this shit
Uh huh! Uh huh! Uh!
Trxple7
"IOD, you got too many racks," I want it doubled, then
How the hell you gon' work for a bag, then you fuckin' fumble it?
Tell me you don't give a fuck about the money, bitch you troubled then (bah, bah)
That boy thought he could flex, we went over and we fumbled him
I got the bumblebee rims, I got the 5% tint
I got money on me, bitch you know I'm on this shit
I might pop you, then it's funny, imma start giggling
Makin' all this fuckin' cash, like the Benjamins
Yeah I love the Benjamins
I'm done makin' money today, start again tomorrow
Bitch thought he could say anything, then we fuckin' popped him
Got 'em on the floor of functions, yeah, we fuckin' robbed 'em
Then I take his bitch, and fuckin' topped her
Fuck your friends, bitch, I just want money
I don't give a fuck about your 9 to 5, boy you funny
Me and squad, we just saw you and I said, "he is gonna fumble"
Then you fuckin' tumbled
Dropped the bag, and dropped the numbers, you are fuckin' clumsy
You ain't never seen no shit like this
I just spent a whole hundred thousand dollars on a crib
In the hills, and I started the Rolls Royce with the Forgiato rims
My life is fuckin' sick
"IOD, you got too many racks," I want it doubled, then
How the hell you gon' work for a bag, then you fuckin' fumble it?
Tell me you don't give a fuck about the money, bitch you troubled then (bah, bah)
That boy thought he could flex, we went over and we fumbled him
I got the bumblebee rims, I got the 5% tint
I got money on me, bitch you know I'm on this shit
I might pop you, then it's funny, imma start giggling
Makin' all this fuckin' cash, like the Benjamins
Yeah I love the Benjamins
Makin' all this fuckin' cash, like the Benjamins
Yeah I love the Benjamins
I'm done makin' money today, start again tomorrow
Bitch thought he could say anything, then we fuckin' popped him
Got 'em on the floor of functions, yeah, we fuckin' robbed 'em
Then I take his bitch, and fuckin' topped her
Fuck your friends, bitch, I just want money
I don't give a fuck about your 9 to 5, boy you funny
Me and squad, we just saw you and I said, "he is gonna fumble"
Then you fuckin' tumbled
Dropped the bag, and dropped the numbers, you are fuckin' clumsy
You ain't never seen no shit like this
I just spent a whole hundred thousand dollars on a crib
In the hills, and I started the Rolls Royce with the Forgiato rims
My life is fuckin' sick
"IOD, you got too many racks," I want it doubled, then
How the hell you gon' work for a bag, then you fuckin' fumble it?
Tell me you don't give a fuck about the money, bitch you troubled then (bah, bah)
That boy thought he could flex, we went over and we fumbled him
I got the bumblebee rims, I got the 5% tint
I got money on me, bitch you know I'm on this shit
I might pop you, then it's funny, imma start giggling
Makin' all this fuckin' cash, like the Benjamins
Yeah I love the Benjamins
