Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus] You in her DM, I'm in her mouth, we not the same Flippin' the form to heat the fire, I got the flame Came with the gift and gab, been blessed with lots of game Niggas be mad at me, they know I'm not the blame You in her DM, I'm in her mouth, we not the same Flippin' the form to heat the fire, I got the flame Came with the gift and gab, been blessed with lots of game Niggas be mad at me, they know I'm not the blame (Hеy, hey, hey, hey) [Chorus] Wеll I'm too geechy to be preachy, I just show out (Ay) Winnin' and it's lookin' like a blowout (Okay) Pile up my paper, let it grow out (Yurr) If It ain't 'bout no money I don't go out (Okay) I'm too geechy to be preachy, I just show out (Ay) Winnin' and it's lookin' like a blowout (Okay) Pile up my paper, let it grow out (Okay) If It ain't 'bout no money I don't go out (I don't go out) [Verse] I got way too many missed calls Think your girlfriend going through her withdrawals I do what I wanna, God gave me big balls And some hoes that wanna cover 'em with lip gloss Seen 'em lookin' at me crazy but I ain't goof Hood nigga, ain't too many place I can't go Tryna fit all of your friends in that Durango I'm the only young nigga with a Kangol Chain glow, hang low, scarin' Anglos In Chapala, tradin' dollars for the pesos Mama smell the marijuana on my besos 'Bout to kill 'em in my, "Nigga where they make those?" Case closed, change clothes and time zones She shook her neck and mind-blown Got the funky shit that make 'em do the stank face I ain't chasin' hoes, nigga, I'm at Chase Bank (Ay, ay) [Pre-Chorus] You in her DM, I'm in her mouth, we not the same Flippin' the form to heat the fire, I got the flame Came with the gift and gab, been blessed with lots of game Niggas be mad at me, they know I'm not the blame You in her DM, I'm in her mouth, we not the same Flippin' the form to heat the fire, I got the flame Came with the gift and gab, been blessed with lots of game Niggas be mad at me, they know I'm not the blame (Hey, hey, hey, hey) [Chorus] Well I'm too geechy to be preachy, I just show out (Ay) Winnin' and it's lookin' like a blowout (Okay) Pile up my paper, let it grow out (Yurr) If It ain't 'bout no money I don't go out (Okay) I'm too geechy to be preachy, I just show out (Ay) Winnin' and it's lookin' like a blowout (Okay) Pile up my paper, let it grow out (Okay) If It ain't 'bout no money I don't go out (I don't go out) [Outro] Well I'm too geechy- But I'm too- Well I'm too geechy But I'm too geechy- But I'm too- But I'm too-but I'm too-but I'm too geechy-