Number 3 Lyrics

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My jeans, jeans
Money stick out of my jeans, jeans
My shooters, they shootin' for free , free


Money stick out of my jeans
My shooters, they shootin' for free
No trick and she do it for free
I feel like all eyes are on me
I hop out the whip wit' a ski
No hat-trick, I'm givin' 'em three
My shooters, they shootin' for free
No trick and she do it for free
Red bottoms like peach
All my YG's, I teach
Catch a body, no sleep
That's a ahh-ee, oh, jeez
Smokin' on your OG's
Hope you got your .40
I don't sip no forty
I get my cup and my lean


Is that your dawg in the Park?
Don't take a walk in the Park
Last thing he saw was a spark
Your block is the target, it's dark
I'm still tryna duck the narcs
He still a cop in parts
He cookin' up a brick in parts
We take a stick apart
When I hit the mall I'm in Gucci and all
My b*t*h boujee and all
When I'm locked up who gon' answer my calls?
When I'm them walls
Servin' bucktees, John Wall
I got b*t*hes on-call
Come and join the entourage
Touch and move, yeah, on pause
Guess you is just on job


Money stick out of my jeans
My shooters, they shootin' for free
No trick and she do it for free
I feel like all eyes are on me
I hop out the whip wit' a ski
No hat-trick, I'm givin' 'em three
My shooters, they shootin' for free
No trick and she do it for free
Red bottoms like peach
All my YG's, I teach
Catch a body, no sleep
That's a ahh-ee, oh, jeez
Smokin' on your OG's
Hope you got your .40
I don't sip no forty
I get my cup and my lean

She wanna f**k in a Benz, uh
I wanna f**k wit' a friend, uh
Gucci all over my lens
I just spent more than your rent, uh
She wanna f**k, it depends
Do I have beef in your ends?
Are you tryna line me for friends
They gon' find me wit' a tec
When I'm in the trap I keep answering calls
I have chickens and all
Who thinkin' I had a dream I would ball
Now I want it all
Custy jumpin' water wall
They've been talkin' to the law
They can't find him, now he gone
Chip it now, the work, it's gone
Cash-out, Louboutin


Money stick out of my jeans
My shooters, they shootin' for free
No trick and she do it for free
I feel like all eyes are on me
I hop out the whip wit' a ski
No hat-trick, I'm givin' 'em three
My shooters, they shootin' for free
No trick and she do it for free
Red bottoms like peach
All my YG's, I teach
Catch a body, no sleep
That's a ahh-ee, oh, jeez
Smokin' on your OG's
Hope you got your .40
I don't sip no forty
I get my cup and my lean

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