Set It Off - Doe B, Not Applicable, 2 Pistols

I’m gettin' money, what you know about it?

Talkin' money that bring a ho about

Big faced honeys

I need some ones, though

One, two, three

We 'bout to set it off

Set it off

Set it off

We 'bout to set it off

Set it off

Set it off

Weed in my cup

Got the leanin' to the door

We 'bout to set it off

Set it off

Set it off

We throwin' money

We 'bout to set it off

Set it off

Set it off

Got the bottles comin'

We 'bout to set it off

Set it off

Set it off

In this bitch

You pussy niggas hatin'

Well, you can suck a dick

Young nigga with a old sway

7 tray, can of paint, antique tags

Fuck it, I’mma pull off my new shit

Move, son, hit there with some blonde bitch

Smokin' on my swisha, slidin' through the city

Got my hand on my pistol,

Your bitch screamin' 2 Pistols

I’m wearing on her

I ain’t fuck in a while

You weigh higher

You can’t believe how I last

I’m bitch master, that’s like talkin' like she got it

Man, I’ve been platinum

I’m the talk round my city, they stay yappin'

Got them bitches goin' crazy

Straight jacket, I bet these 10 001's ain’t clappin'

My wallet say do it with no hands, baby

Red bone lookin' tasty, I’m standing on the couch tryna shake it