Fact Tho

Lyrics

[Chorus] What you know about counting up the cash though Quarterback, but I never been sacked, no Bad bitch but I hit from the back though Don't know how to act, don't know how to act, woah That's a fact though, that's a fact though I'm tryin' to holla if she fine, that's a fact though That's a fact though, that's a fact though And we ain't ever goin' out sad, woah [Verse 1] Tic tac toe, I need me a lil' mo (mo) Flipped that dro when I needed a lil' dough (dough) Shipped that zip right to the front door When the shit got slow, seen some of the homies go But it's no love lost, soho loft Right hand on that ass 'cause that ass so soft Other hand on my cash 'cause they want what I got But you wouldn't under stand, you too soft, I Got the sauce, I'm dipped in that butter But what do you mean? I mean I pull up on the scene too clean I mean I keep a couple on the heem team I'm obscene, you know the routine This is not a test, this is not drill (nope) Ain't no time to rest, ain't no time to chil (nope) Ain't no time unless that money is the convo (word) Then I'm like let's talk about it pronto [Chorus] What you know about counting up the cash though Quarterback, but I never been sacked, no Bad bitch but I hit from the back though Don't know how to act, don't know how to act, woah That's a fact though, that's a fact though I'm tryin' to holla if she fine, that's a fact though That's a fact though, that's a fact though And we ain't ever goin' out sad, woah [Verse 2] Better get your grind on, my mind gone Gotta keep the grass cut on my lawn She already know I'm connected, ain't gotta sign on If you looking in the rough, I'm a diamond (huh) I mean a diamond, my girl from a island (woah) You couldn't walk a mile in the shoes I'm in (no) 'Cause I'm stylin', wylin' and I'm dialed in One eight-hundred hot sauce, you be lookin' mild When I step in this bitch, heads turn like "who that?" Baby like "you that," but I already knew that They hate it when I do that, I be like too bad All eyes on me feelin' like two pack I meant to say Tupac, money in the shoebox I was on the east coast running 'round a few blocks Tryin' to get the guwop (and what else?) Fuck my old girl, yeah I'm fuckin' with a new bop [Chorus] What you know about counting up the cash though Quarterback, but I never been sacked, no Bad bitch but I hit from the back though Don't know how to act, don't know how to act, woah That's a fact though, that's a fact though I'm tryin' to holla if she fine, that's a fact though That's a fact though, that's a fact though And we ain't ever goin' out sad, woah