Pull Dat Cash Out / December - Trouble, Mike WiLL Made It, Lil 1

30, you a fool for this one

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Mike Will Made-It

Young nigga ballin' like Curry, bitch keep stalkin' my jewelry

Sixes all on the curb and know a young nigga swervin'

All my young niggas lurkin', bitch get messy on purpose

With my bitch she still flirtin', what’s a dick?

That’s a thirty

I ain’t fuckin' wit no crab bitch, baby pull that cash out huh

Pull that cash out, baby this your last shot

I ain’t fuckin' wit no pussy nigga, who gon' be tearin' out?

You gon' be tearin' out, you ain’t gon' bust nann shot

I can’t believe these pussy nigga tryna beef about this hoe

This a freak, this ain’t ya hoe, you ain’t street boy, you’s a hoe

I was tryna find out how fuck that he came through the hole

How the fuck da spot got hot, found a leak went through ya hole

You been pillow talkin' woe, real killa talkin' cold

Real nigga talkin' codes, I say jigga, that’s a low

Got a jugga in DC, got fight that jigga off in court

So many jugg, I need a bankroll just like Hov

Send a bankroll, not these hoes (bankroll)

Rest easy Bankroll, still my bro (rest easy Bankroll)

Gotta stay on tippy toe (tip), goin this way way up on you hoes

Damn right off in this bitch, I’ll put this K up on her bro

I was just tryna get money, you tryna fade the draco

Young nigga ballin' like Curry, bitch keep stalkin' my jewelry

Sixes all on the curb and know a young nigga swervin'

All my young niggas lurkin', bitch get messy on purpose

With my bitch she still flirtin', what’s a dick?

That’s a thirty

I ain’t fuckin' wit no crab bitch, baby pull that cash out huh

Pull that cash out, baby this your last shot

I ain’t fuckin' wit no pussy nigga, who gon' be tearin' out?

You gon' be tearin' out, you ain’t gon' bust nann shot

Pussy nigga thought that he was mob, he just a mascot

Young Vito way, rookie of the year like Prescott

I got young killas, just like Curry, they don’t miss a shot

They don’t miss a shot, I send 'em straight up through ya spot

Nigga had da nerve to ask Lil' 1 'bout a pussy ass bitch

That hoe don’t belong to me or you, that hoe belong straight to dick

These hoes belong straight to dick, I’ma young nigga from the bricks (from the

bricks)

Ain’t got feelings for a bitch (no, no) unless she tryna get me rich (for real)

Money, power, respect though, pullin' up by the bankroll

Want some problems?

Ain’t think so, want some smoke?

Ain’t think so

Hangin' out with them dracos, walkin' up with them dracos

Mob for life that’s the way it goes, cross ya out that’s the way it go

Young nigga ballin' like Curry, bitch keep stalkin' my jewelry

Sixes all on the curb and know a young nigga swervin'

All my young niggas lurkin', bitch get messy on purpose

With my bitch she still flirtin', what’s a dick?

That’s a thirty

I ain’t fuckin' wit no crab bitch, baby pull that cash out huh

Pull that cash out, baby this your last shot

I ain’t fuckin' wit no pussy nigga, who gon' be tearin' out?

You gon' be tearin' out, you ain’t gon' bust nann shot, pussy

«December»

Ayo Troub, get at me bruh, it’s Mike WiLL, I’m at the yo.

It was me callin'

from that 404 number man like.

This my new number bruh, get at me,

I’m at the yo