Broward County Fingalata - flyboy tarantino

Broward County Fingalata, you already know man

Ya man, aye aye aye

Six top (sling!)

More carrots than a wrist watch

Make your place the buzzer, be the tick tock

Shit tall, had my niggas get yo shit rock

Stick tall, got bananas and them shits locked

And they loaded (pop pop)

I been real focus

Money been the motivate

Stop until the shit popped (pop pop)

You ain’t getting down nigga, rocks

Fact, young fat nigga with the big Glock

Gold in my mouth, throw a lemonade

Me push and wiggle like mayonnaise

I’m the one ahead like Chris Rock

Got it down and packed when the strip hot

You other rappers claim you got it

I don’t know but when you grass it

You make the kids bop

The money come, the money go

I got my bread, now I’m out the door (I'm out the door)

The money come, the money go

I got my bread, now I’m out the door (oh no)

The money come, the money go (oh no)

I got my bread, now I’m out the door

The money come, the money go (oh no)

I got my bread, now I’m out the door (aye)

Tell me what you know about that

No in, no out, its a one way trap

Tell me what you know about that

Weighting out grams in the back, counting bags (oh no)

Tell me what you know about that

Big dough, high boss, skirt off, drive fast

Fuck boy, touch my pack, that’s yo ass

Went 120 on the dash, I’m an asshole (I'm an asshole)

Getting kinda bent, getting fast though (going fast though)

To be honest, fuck a bitch with the cash flow

Back then they ain’t even really want a nigga

Now I’m hot, all the hoes coming back

It’s about time that I kill em

When its crunch time, no sit back in em

Chick’s ass tryna go bananas like a gorilla

Tell my momma that we made it

I’mma be the greatest, fuck how they feeling

I’mma go touch me a hunnid thousand

I’m on my way to go to hit a milli

I wanna own my own private island

Feel like hovahin' them, I know I’mma make it

You been tryna my soul, if you say I’m lucky

Got a heart of gold, like what’s all up in my dome

Got the six to the top, you gunna see my money

10, K (oh no)

They bugging, they dead

I’m getting, to the money

Stack paper, count bread

10, K (oh no)

They bugging, they dead

I’m getting, to the money

Stack paper, count bread

10, K (oh no)

They bugging, they dead

I’m getting, to the money

Stack paper, count bread

The money come, the money go

I got my bread, now I’m out the door, (oh no)

The money come, the money go (money go)

I got my bread, now I’m out the door, (oh no)

The money come, the money go (money go)

I got my bread, now I’m out the door, (oh no)

The money come, the money go (money go)

I got my bread, now I’m out the door, (oh no)