Hula Hoop

Lyrics
[Chorus] The cash coming 'round like a hula hoop (it's coming in) Goons ridin' wit me, they gon shoot it, shoot at u (brr it) The gas different flavors like sum fruit loops (fruit loops, exotic!) Come and place ya order, Imma get it straight to you (imma get it straight to you) I got a bad bitch, look like Nunu (look like Nunu, ooh!) Imma make her scream, then I send her back to you (ooh!) I'm servin' fiends all up in the Boogaloo (Boogaloo!) Got them baby bottles nigga Goo Goo Goo [Verse 1] I got them baby bottles like a newborn Them Versace's on my feet...first time-worn I'm jumping dead fresh like a tombstone Exotic in my lungs, and it got my mind blown I ain't stamp you then you not a real one Your partnеr hate ya progress and I hope you feel dumb Duct tapе a brick, put it in the fender Lord, please forgive me, I know I'm a sinner And I'll kill a fed cold blood December And I'm gettin' rich like a fuckin' Jenner You pussy niggas might wanna change gender She say I'm the man and I ain't argue wit' her! [Chorus] The cash coming 'round like a hula hoop (it's coming in) Goons ridin' wit me, they gon shoot it, shoot at u (brr!) The gas different flavors like sum fruit loops (fruit loops, exotic!) Come and place ya order, Imma get it straight to you (imma get it straight to you) I got a bad bitch, look like Nunu (look like Nunu, ooh!) Imma make her scream, then I send her back to you (ooh!) I'm servin' fiends all up in the Boogaloo (in the Boogaloo!) Got them baby bottles nigga Goo Goo Goo [Verse 2] I say I got plans, Imma fuck ya sister Then I smoked a pound, on my fuckin triller Stack it to the ceiling, then I get some more Dope residue seepin' out my pores I heard 12 was lookin' and I did da race I hope u not lurkin' get shot in the face I got your bitch twerkin' to the fuckin base If I call you brother, your my fuckin' Ace I told her I'm finished, and I need my space All this damn money, Imma need a rake I finessed him for a 50, and he took the bait 16 for the bag that's the goin' rate [Chorus] The cash coming 'round like a hula hoop (it's coming in) Goons ridin' wit me, they gon shoot it, shoot at u (brr it) The gas different flavors like sum fruit loops (fruit loops, exotic!) Come and place ya order, Imma get it straight to you (imma get it straight to you) I got a bad bitch, look like Nunu (look like Nunu, ooh!) Imma make her scream, then I send her back to you (ooh!) I'm servin' fiends all up in the Boogaloo (Boogaloo!) Got them baby bottles nigga Goo Goo Goo
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Credits
- Writers
- Lucius Anderson III
- Marvin Westbook II