OMG Songtext
Aye
Ken in this muhfucka
Aye
I just made 200 in a week
Nigga lucky that he met me, so he buyin' me Van Cleef
They don't hate it's gettin' done, they just hate it's always me
Always did you bitches wrong, I kinda feel like Pleasure P
Shittin' on bitches is my forte
Way these bitches ridin' on my clit, we can orgy
Ken in this muhfucka
Aye
I just made 200 in a week
Nigga lucky that he met me, so he buyin' me Van Cleef
They don't hate it's gettin' done, they just hate it's always me
Always did you bitches wrong, I kinda feel like Pleasure P
Shittin' on bitches is my forte
Way these bitches ridin' on my clit, we can orgy
Tell these rap bitches that it's all shade
I ain't never trippin' with these hoes 'less it's all paid
I'm really havin' me some shit
Want my trick to do some magic
Put some fashion on my tits
Know I'm 'bout to drop a classic
I'm just handlin' some shit
Don't even come up off no head
If yo' heart ain't in the shit
Oh my God, I love hoes, oh my God, I love trips
Oh my God, I love when niggas all gifts and no lip
Face card, Chase card, his card, it's all there
Tell 'em call me Jung Money, on they body all year
Oh my God, I love hoes, oh my God, I love trips
Oh my God, I love when niggas all gifts and no lip
Face card, Chase card, his card, it's all there
Tell 'em call me Jung Money, on they body all year, all year
Bitches sayin' they a boss with no stuff and no crib
Bitches dumb and full of nut and full of hate, they all weird
What the fuck I'ma do with KC OR SINCERE?
I just landed on a island but it ain't no love here
YSL on my frames I got red on my toes
Got yo' nigga on my body, I been sparin' all you hoes
And I got my summer tan, but I got ten more trips to go
I don't do it for these niggas, bitch, this for the 304s
Bitches can't fuck with me
All my bitches real bad too, call Lemmy
Know I gotta ball, money tall like Wemby
How the fuck the bag real major but I'm Indy?
Oh my God, I love hoes, oh my God, I love trips
Oh my God, I love when niggas all gifts and no lip
Face card, Chase card, his card, it's all there
Tell 'em call me Jung Money, on they body all year
Oh my God, I love hoes, oh my God, I love trips
Oh my God, I love when niggas all gifts and no lip
Face card, Chase card, his card, it's all there
Tell 'em call me Jung Money, on they body all year
All year, all year
I ain't never trippin' with these hoes 'less it's all paid
I'm really havin' me some shit
Want my trick to do some magic
Put some fashion on my tits
Know I'm 'bout to drop a classic
I'm just handlin' some shit
Don't even come up off no head
If yo' heart ain't in the shit
Oh my God, I love hoes, oh my God, I love trips
Oh my God, I love when niggas all gifts and no lip
Face card, Chase card, his card, it's all there
Tell 'em call me Jung Money, on they body all year
Oh my God, I love hoes, oh my God, I love trips
Oh my God, I love when niggas all gifts and no lip
Face card, Chase card, his card, it's all there
Tell 'em call me Jung Money, on they body all year, all year
Bitches sayin' they a boss with no stuff and no crib
Bitches dumb and full of nut and full of hate, they all weird
What the fuck I'ma do with KC OR SINCERE?
I just landed on a island but it ain't no love here
YSL on my frames I got red on my toes
Got yo' nigga on my body, I been sparin' all you hoes
And I got my summer tan, but I got ten more trips to go
I don't do it for these niggas, bitch, this for the 304s
Bitches can't fuck with me
All my bitches real bad too, call Lemmy
Know I gotta ball, money tall like Wemby
How the fuck the bag real major but I'm Indy?
Oh my God, I love hoes, oh my God, I love trips
Oh my God, I love when niggas all gifts and no lip
Face card, Chase card, his card, it's all there
Tell 'em call me Jung Money, on they body all year
Oh my God, I love hoes, oh my God, I love trips
Oh my God, I love when niggas all gifts and no lip
Face card, Chase card, his card, it's all there
Tell 'em call me Jung Money, on they body all year
All year, all year
