(City On Lock)

Lyrics...

[Intro]
Cheeze

[Chorus:]
I got some money I'm tryna blow, give me a reason
You and your friend, a penthouse, Four Seasons
You do the job, I pay the tab, we eatin'
Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend
We stayin' over, I'm on mine, no sleepin'
Get you a bag and put it up for no reason
Pick up the cash and count it up, then we leavin'
Bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend

[Verse 1]
Married to the streets, I can't do forest
Know some rich niggas that'd never make the Forbes list
Still, I'll bust a move in some Jordans (Jordans)
Make 'em take their phone, I know she tryna record me
Flew her on the jet, I got chartered, yeah
Half a million, now a hundred my starter kit
Press a button on the whip and make it start up
Everybody trappin' from the 'partment to the corridor
I believe in God, not in karma (Karma)
Ain't fuckin' with these bitches who just lookin' for a comma (Comma)
Seven figure nigga, two commas (Commas)
I been poppin' back that money so niggas even can't relate
I been runnin' up from zeros, some shit I just gotta say
Everybody got a job, I guess they position to hate
I can deal when niggas talkin', as long they in they place
I was married to the game, I'm just happy I got away

[Chorus:]
I got some money I'm tryna blow, give me a reason
You and your friend, a penthouse, Four Seasons
You do the job, I pay the tab, we eatin'
Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend
We stayin' over, I'm on mine, no sleepin'
Get you a bag and put it up for no reason
Pick up the cash and count it up, then we leavin'
Bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend

[Verse 2:]
Then I take a picture with a R in the seat
I ain't fuckin' with that lil' boy, he beneath me
I got stars watchin' over me when I'm sleep
Shorty really love me, she just scared I'ma leave
Give a couple thousand every time that we creep
We ain't makin' nothin' competition, we just leasin'
Only hittin' baddies, can't be fuckin' 'round with decent
Bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend

[Chorus:]
I got some money I'm tryna blow, give me a reason
You and your friend, a penthouse, Four Seasons
You do the job, I pay the tab, we eatin'
Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend
We stayin' over, I'm on mine, no sleepin'
Get you a bag and put it up for no reason
Pick up the cash and count it up. then we leavin'
Bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend

[Outro:]
Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend
Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend
Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend

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