Write A Book Lyrics – OT7 Quanny
Singer: OT7 Quanny
Title: Write A Book
You wanna write a book “how to get cash,” call up ot
Pulled up with a b#tch, look like angelina jolie
I just poured a 3+1 in a faygo
Lil broski gettin that bag, strapped like j-lo
Hundreds hundreds, money money, that’s how my day go
I came in the house and my b#tch said i smell like a bankroll
I can chase the guap, n#gg#, why would i chase hoes?
All this cash in my pocket, i feel like a walkin bank
Got the glocky, it hit harder than that boxin n#gg# tank
If i can’t get the guap then i can’t even go to sleep
I run that bag up faster than the wide receiver for the chiefs
I won’t go inside the club unlеss the fn is goin
And 30 n#gg#s strapped outside my housе, it look just like sosa crib
Money money, cash, sh#t you know that’s all i got
Bust down, bust down, bust down watch
Had the kick the b#tch out, she keep askin me bout pop
You wanna write a book “how to get cash,” call up ot
Pulled up with a b#tch, look like angelina jolie
I just poured a 3+1 in a faygo
Lil broski gettin that bag, strapped like j-lo
Hundreds hundreds, money money, that’s how my day go
I came in the house and my b#tch said i smell like a bankroll
I can chase the guap, n#gg#, why would i chase hoes?
I asked her who she like and she said ot her favorite
She just wanna f#ck me and you know i’m okay with it
I got points like mike, call me ot calvin cambridge
I just ran up a f#ckin hundred, wilt chamberlain
Why you keep on askin questions? bro, you suspicious
I just left louie, had to sneak in a biscuit
She asked me can i eat the box, you know that that sh#t dead
Baby girl come here, just give me your head
I thought that you was gettin guap, why you talk from the sidelines?
Dickridin, cheerleadin, you need some pom poms
Lil broski in the back, he’ll turn you to zaza
I’m just tryna leave with a chip like bron bron
Different colors on my wrist, sh#t like a tie-dye
b#tch i’m gettin money, why the f#ck would i be stressed?
We gon put you on the list, p#ss# boy you gon be next
Tell lil broski “shoot that n#gg#,” i don’t know just what he on
I’m the youngest n#gg# doin this sh#t, feel like pat mahomes
f#ck a rolls royce, treat the ‘cat like a beamer
I ain’t tryna fight, p#ss# boy, feel this nina
Ima shoot this b#tch until it’s gilbert arenas
Ima shoot this b#tch until it’s gilbert arenas
You wanna write a book “how to get cash,” call up ot
Pulled up with a b#tch, look like angelina jolie
I just poured a 3+1 in a faygo
Lil broski gettin that bag, strapped like j-lo
Hundreds hundreds, money money, that’s how my day go
I came in the house and my b#tch said i smell like a bankroll
I can chase the guap, n#gg#, why would i chase hoes?
All this cash in my pocket, i feel like a walkin bank
Got the glocky, it hit harder than that boxin n#gg# tank
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