Print This Money - Aoc Obama, Sada Baby

Free my nigga Beans, rest in peace Jason

I’ma ball hard on these fuck niggas hatin'

Sixty on the watch, four hundred on the crib

Cut your music down, there’s white people where I live

Seventy on the chain, 'nother hundred in the Sprinter

Ridin' through the city with them racks in the middle

Baby, you a trophy, need to be with a winner

Bitch, I sold chickens, your nigga a chicken dinner, let’s go

I got twenty-five straps on my dresser

And if your nigga play he gon' get sprayed

And if I fly you to my city and you jump in my whip

Best believe, girl, we gon' get laid

Man, I’m tired of you rap niggas

Niggas should’ve been at niggas

Niggas get a deal and start actin' like trap niggas

Cap niggas

6ix9ine, snitch rat niggas

My niggas still drug deal, kill, kidnap niggas

I’m on the road

My nigga just bought two hundred bows

We at the front row of the Super Bowl

My neck, ear, ring, wrist froze

I swear to God I pimped a hundred hoes

And I wanna pimp a hundred more

Shut up, nigga, 'cause we know you broke

Just cashed five hundred bags of exotic, we want all the smoke

Bitch better bring me all the dough

Need to speed that shit up, what you mean that the trap is slow?

As long as they stay printin' this money

You know a nigga gon' stay gettin' this money, ayy

My bitch think I got a money tree

She think a nigga be shittin' this money

As long as they stay printin' this money

You know a nigga gon' stay gettin' this money, ayy

My bitch think I got a money tree

She think a nigga be shittin' this money

Jewelry on with a hundred thousand dollar kind

Bitches tryna suck on this dick 'cause my diamonds shine

You niggas ain’t eatin', look like you fastin' for Ramadan

Chopper speakin' Michael Jackson, mama-say, ma-ma-ko-ssa

Million dollars, we’ll drop your mama, hit up Aoc Obama

Pop your collar, with this brand new Glock up we gon' solve the problem

Made a bool fifty thousand fuckin' up the road

Then turned around, made a dub, fucked it up to go

Lift that drake on that nigga, fucked it up his soul

I got them ropes 'round my neck, doubled up and froze

They print that money just for me and my shit don’t fold

I got new money from last year and it still ain’t old

That bag lookin' like a bad bitch, Beyonce Knowles

Bands put up for my niggas in prison, the ones ain’t told

I can use this cheese to get you gone or put you on your toe

I can put this shit up in your pocket or put it on your dome

As long as they stay printin' this money

You know a nigga gon' stay gettin' this money, ayy

My bitch think I got a money tree

She think a nigga be shittin' this money

As long as they stay printin' this money

You know a nigga gon' stay gettin' this money, ayy

My bitch think I got a money tree

She think a nigga be shittin' this money

Back to the trap where it started

X Block, Glenwood, nigga 'bout to get retarded

Throw the hood up high in each one of my pictures

Real niggas fuck with me, kill all the sneak dissers

Told Gary make my kick, quit all that procrastinating

Got three hundred thousand on the table, nigga, why you waitin'?

Fur coats in the winter, drop tops when it’s sunny

Bitch, I think I’m JBo, I’m gettin' BMF money

In prison in Ohio, smokin' out the Bible

Now I’m in Atlanta, nigga goin' MC Hammer

Fuckin' thirty dancers from Magic to Cheetah

If we can’t get no money, bitch, I’m gon' leave you

I’ll buy you some sneakers, that’s about it

What the fuck you expect?

Bitch, I’m a pimp

Blood swear and tears that I put in this shit

And if you matchin' my hustle, you can get what I get, period

As long as they stay printin' this money

You know a nigga gon' stay gettin' this money, ayy

My bitch think I got a money tree

She think a nigga be shittin' this money

As long as they stay printin' this money

You know a nigga gon' stay gettin' this money, ayy

My bitch think I got a money tree

She think a nigga be shittin' this money

Big Aoc

Beatgang