22 of Um

Lyrics

[Chorus] I put 22 foreign baddies on the flat screen I get to throwing up the money for my mood swings I'm pouring up on the muddy, get to seeing things I threw so much, I ain't have no choice but TV I rock the VLONE with Chanel Got a hundred on me now, I [?] well Still drinking, that's for my nigga Yams Live alone, that's who I am Hit a bad ass bitch off the 'Gram There's so many around, I'll shout So you can see what I did at Atlanta I want flat screens going ham [Verse 1] I got rich, yeah, off of grams Pimp a bitch, yeah, I'm a player Give her dick like [?] Sip this, get high stamina I'm on TV, yeah, nigga, the news Spent a hundred thousand on my goons I got foreigns with me for the mood Hit this cup, take it to the moon I done put my shooter on the 'shroom I get way higher than balloons I got 22 foreign sluts Introduced [?] to the room I'ma teach her how to get on TV I'm just too saucy, but a goon Got them hundreds on me, real [?] So when they see me, I'm on zoom [Chorus] I put 22 foreign baddies on the flat screen I get to throwing up the money for my mood swings I'm pouring up on the muddy, get to seeing things I threw so much, I ain't have no choice but TV I rock the VLONE with Chanel Got a hundred on me now, I [?] well Still drinking, that's for my nigga Yams Live alone, that's who I am Hit a bad ass bitch off the 'Gram There's so many around, I'll shout So you can see what I did at Atlanta I want flat screens going ham [Verse 2] I got some bad ass bitches with me They'll understand what a nigga saying I'll shoot up money, money, money, money, money To pull down your pants Sipping on a big cup of that muddy Roll up 3.5 grams If he ain't talking 'bout no hundreds I don't understand what he's saying Nigga, leave you mad, oh so sad I'm on rich drugs, no tan All 22 of they ass bad So many racks, you don't got a chance I see Selena get on zoom zoom I saw my nigga Yams doubled up a deuce Leave it to the Mob if you don't get a clue VLONE, Chanel, too much juice [Chorus] I put 22 foreign baddies on the flat screen I get to throwing up the money for my mood swings I'm pouring up on the muddy, get to seeing things I threw so much, I ain't have no choice but TV I rock the VLONE with Chanel Got a hundred on me now, I [?] well Still drinking, that's for my nigga Yams Live alone, that's who I am Hit a bad ass bitch off the 'Gram There's so many around, I'll shout So you can see what I did at Atlanta I want flat screens going ham