Grow On Trees

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, shit, what the fuck, Daniel?) Yeah (Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas) GlockBoyz, nigga My bitch, she actin' like this— yeah [Chorus] My bitch, she actin' like this money shit, it grow on trees (Nigga) I'd rather that, 'cause you so broke, your ho, she had to leave Them hundreds sticking, so them blues, they stuck inside my jeans My mama had a baby with the dopeman, this shit in my genes [Verse] I'm downtown in black truck, with a black chopper All my hoes, they look like me, I got a black roster She suck my dick until I came, then she wasn't stoppin' I can't believе she got a nigga how she be pussy poppin' I ain't scarеd to wake up and hustle for that bankroll How you think my pockets geeked up like Fabo This ho moving too damn fast, I told her take it slow And plus, I know you be with them, how much to wipe they nose? On an off day, we might go and hit the mall You take bitches out to eat, I show 'em how they supposed to ball Your ho come and hang with me, she won't return your texts or calls Man, free my nigga Dame the Dog, he almost caught one in the mall, boy I'm still trafficking Tryna get my funds up, for fun, I do this rapping shit If I ain't see she came with you, I probably grab your bitch If you wasn't cappin' all the time, then you can rap like this, nigga That trapping shit run in my genes Brodie just like Mike Amiri, he sell blue jeans They told me pull up by myself, I brought two P's (Nigga) My first time takin' the Perkies, I took two P's (Nigga) [Chorus] My bitch, she actin' like this money shit, it grow on trees I'd rather that, 'cause you so broke, your ho, she had to leave Them hundreds sticking, so them blues, they stuck inside my jeans My mama had a baby with the dopeman, this shit in my genes My bitch, she actin' like this money shit, it grow on trees (I'd rather that, 'cause you so broke, your ho, she had to leave) Them hundreds sticking, so them blues, they stuck inside my jeans My mama had a baby with the dopeman, this shit in my genes