After Cheetahs Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro: Tony Shhnow] (Who made that beat, Mojo?) (That bitch go crazy, hahahaha) Yeah, yeah, yeah If it ain't broke, you ain't gotta fix it, you know what I mean? If it make dollars, it make sense to me Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh [Chorus: Tony Shhnow, Robb Bank$ & Trapland Pat] Fuck what you talkin' 'bout, nigga, let's get to that money I stand on my ten, paper chasin' them hundreds I told her, "You like it, lil' baby, I love it" I ain't with all that fightin', ain't with all that fussin' I'm tryna pour red up, I'm tryna pour 'Tussin Why the fuck is we talkin' when we should be fuckin'? Sneakin', I'm geekin', she tweakin', I'm treatin' You ain't patchin' up on them 'bows, then you leechin' You coppin' or what? Ain't got time for no meetin' Pour a four on a four, now my heart hear me beatin' Trap door swing back to back, got that ho beatin' Her last nigga brokе, but I don't know the meanin' My young boy go hard, but I make it look еasy I put her in Christian, she fuck like a demon I took exotic out, word to 4Feezy I'm sellin' O's same price as new Yeezys [Verse 1: Robb Bank$] Nigga, this thug motivation like Jeezy I took your BM and I did her greezy Rich like Roddy, ballin' every season You live with your sister, nigga, we ain't beefin' I gave her a freebie, nigga, you know that Toxic with my bitch, she already know that Screamin' at her, "Be careful how you pour that" Thousand-dollar cup, you spill it, I'll— pssh, bitch [Interlude: Robb Bank$] Bitch, I'll— You know, yeah Bitch, you know Yeah [Verse 2: Trapland Pat] 'Bout to blow, I'm with Bob, we don't smoke out no Marleys Deadstock truck, this a brand-new Harley Double-D, I can leave it plain SI diamonds in your mouth, boy, these not the same One-way flight straight to Texas, I met Johnny Dang Act raw how we get down, but we in the same lane Tony got the snow, you know we 'bout to make it rain Boy, you can't cruise, heavy motion and you're on land [Verse 3: Tony Shhnow] I'm in the trap with Pat Quit textin' my phone, you ain't gettin' this ho back Patrick Mahomes, I'm in here with that sack I'm smokin' the real, not the deal I need a Heisman award how a nigga be touchin' down in that field Your bitch lookin' good, I might cop the lil' feel You gas her up, I just fill her up, so she gon' pop that lil' pill Your gun in the car, but my shit right here I say fuck what she heard, put my dick in her ear I'm rollin' exotic, I'm facin' my fears I got some bald heads inside of my Glock like the old Britney Spears You play and get dropped like a tear I married the money, my jeans not Amiri I need them hundreds, I'm hard when it's near [Chorus: Tony Shhnow, Robb Bank$ & Trapland Pat] Fuck what you talkin' 'bout, nigga, let's get to that money I stand on my ten, paper chasin' them hundreds I told her, "You like it, lil' baby, I love it" I ain't with all that fightin', ain't with all that fussin' I'm tryna pour red up, I'm tryna pour 'Tussin Why the fuck is we talkin' when we should be fuckin'? Sneakin', I'm geekin', she tweakin', I'm treatin' You ain't patchin' up on them 'bows, then you leechin' You coppin' or what? Ain't got time for no meetin' Pour a four on a four, now my heart hear me beatin' Trap door swing back to back, got that ho beatin' Her last nigga broke, but I don't know the meanin' My young boy go hard, but I make it look easy I put her in Christian, she fuck like a demon I took exotic out, word to 4Feezy I'm sellin' O's same price as new Yeezys