7 In A Cup

Lyrics
[Intro] (Chamberlain, he's got it) You know it's me Hakeem Himlajuwon Himzel Washington Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Him Diesel Splash Ooh-wee Drip [Chorus] Seven in a cup, that's fourteen hundred (Mhm) Mansion with the pool on the ocean, I done it (Mhm) No Airbnb, nigga, real money (Real money) Pull up to the club, leave the Trackhawk runnin' (Trackhawk) [Verse 1] That ain't nothin', niggas gon' touch nothin' (Touch nothin') Fifteen hundred shots in the section, no stuntin' (No stuntin') I ain't talkin' 'bout bottles, I'm talkin 'bout hollows (Ooh-wee) Almost dropped the blick gettin' twerked by a model She think we together 'til she wake up tomorrow (Ooh-wee) Been wearin' drip, then make 'em follow Been switchin' whips like they was borrowed She got them hips, she must eat gyro I'll fuck a happy home up, no sorrow Switch on the Glock, now the bitch shoot pyro AR sing, do you wanna hear a high note? (Fah, fah) On saucef (Ooh-wee) [Chorus] Seven in a cup, that's fourteen hundred Mansion with the pool on the ocean, I done it (Yeah, I done it) No Airbn, nigga, real money (Yeah, real money) Pull up to the club, leave the Trackhawk runnin' [Verse 2] Trackhawk ain't nothin, I'll slide up in a Rolls (In a Rolls) Black Maybach crawl down on fours (On fours) Three drunk bitches in the car suckin' toes (Suckin' toes) Twerkin' for the 'Gram, she done came out her clothes I don't know, she better not spill my four (My syrup) Got a cream soda, pulled up ice cold (Ice cold) Her name is Amber, we in the Rolls (Woah) For a bitch, switch on the bros (No) That is not part of the code (Oh) My spillers keepin' it drippin' and keepin' it pimpin', that's just how it goes (She chose) [Chorus] Seven in a cup, that's fourteen hundred (Splash) Mansion with the pool on the ocean, I done it (Splash) No Airbnb, nigga, real money (Cash) Pull up to the club, leave the Trackhawk runnin' [Outro] That ain't nothin', nigga gon' touch nothin' (Can't touch nothin') Fifteen hundred shots in the club, no stuntin' (Fah) I'm talkin' 'bout bullets, not champagne, dummy (Ooh-wee)
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Credits
- Writers
- Sauce Walka
- Iceman Chamberlain