BLACK TRUCK GREETERS!

Lyrics

[Intro] Woah, woah [Chorus] Money fallin' over, hoes comin' over World up on my shoulders, this a Track', this not a Rover She say she want closure, she just mad she can't get closer None my niggas sober, they pour fours inside they sodas Money green like Yoda, I get more as I get older Pockets heavy, I told you, I got knots as fat as boulders Always keep your heater 'cause the world just make you colder My new bitch a diva, all I hang around is soldiers All-black like the reaper and my diamonds cold as polar Black truck came with greeters, bitch, I ball like Dennis Schröder Jeep, it beat the Audi, bitch, yeah [Verse] Fly as shit, high as shit, hide your bitch, yeah Most of these niggas clones, can tell they counterfeit, yeah She gon' fuck with me, she know I'm pop my shit, yeah And she gon' fuck with me, she know I pop my shit, yeah Can't nobody see us, bae, this whole fit Undercover He keep tryna save this ho, he think he Danny Glover Throw some hoes some molly, now they kissin' on each other They gon' do what I say 'cause I'm a young rich motherf— Rich-ass havin' ass, I be on some big shit Niggas out here tellin' on us, they be on some pig shit Boy, can't trust, say I should change my name 'cause, bitch, I'm Really Rich Nigga music shootin' in the air'cause all he do is miss Trackhawk, GT3, Corvette, R31, I'm really lit Top floor, ain't nobody over us, this really it Nachos, niggas mad they stressin' out, they really pissed Ha-ha, laughin' to the bank, I'm really spinnin' shit 5.56 to your lil' melon, I bet it's gon' hit Every time I step inside that stu', bitch, that's another hit A fronto to the face, still feel the pain, I took another hit If she come over, then that's not your bitch, lil' bro, I bet I hit, yeah [Chorus] Money fallin' over, hoes comin' over World up on my shoulders, this a Track', this not a Rover She say she want closure, she just mad she can't get closer None my niggas sober, they pour fours inside they sodas Money green like Yoda, I get more as I get older Pockets heavy, I told you, I got knots as fat as boulders Always keep your heater 'cause the world just make you colder My new bitch a diva, all I hang around is soldiers All-black like the reaper and my diamonds cold as polar Black truck came with greeters, bitch, I ball like Dennis Schröder Jeep, it beat the Audi, bitch, yeah [Outro] All kinds of women, the models, no-lifes, hood rats, everything, we do it all, we don't—