Duffle Bag (feat. Jai Jai)

Heyy, hyyye

Ya, we'll not call all signes today

Yyeee, we'll be ashamed of this ear

Here, o mother fucker, I'm with my bitch

You can't be delighted, you can be for all this

Scream, she's doing whenever I say go

This bitch's on the right way

We appreciate a bad play

And now the whole play

And ever she shouts, I'm on my way

Money, put my money in my duffle bag

Money, put my money in my duffle bag

Money, money put my money in my douffle bag

Money, put my money in my duffle bag

Heeeyyyyyyyyyaa

Money, put my money in my duffle bag

Shall we?

One, two, three to the four

If you give phone, I'll fuck it so slow

You're on the top miss, I'm on yours

What you have, is a mother fucker claw

Hyyya, you're in fine clothes, mother fucker jeans

I'm in my superman shield, like a Brad Pitt

And I'll low, keep your role profile

Let me show your limb slow

I give to my equal weight to the slow

I can make it rain, make it back so slow

Shine up to the party when the glow is slow

And in the flame I'll get scream for slow

And you're down your fears, put them on the window

Put them to the bitches 'cause we're already chief, ooo

And I'm my chief hey, ooo, my chief hey

When the vagues go around let to seek ago

Scream, she's doing whenever I say go

This bitch's on the right way

We appreciate a bad play, and now the whole play

And ever she shouts, I'm on my way

Money, put my money in my duffle bag

Money, put my money in my duffle bag

Money, money put my money in my duffle bag

Money, put my money in my duffle bag

Heeeyyyyyyyyyaa

Money, put my money in my douffle bag

And now five, six seven to the eight

And me shout in the draw of your face

And this I call the case, a bitch less came

4000, for to six in my glass

I don't need a for to six in my glass

But you'll do the right bitch, so it crush to my ass

And now my very bitch's looking for the best

Smile girls, only you've to do the same

I'm on the lift damage, genre to the image

This is a lake crap, all the boys seem linking

And to the phone ass, but she's nake and wity

Hallo we'll flows but til the end of the tricky

All your little bitches called my name and you know

Run away bitch, with my name on the half

Make down your map, put my name on the scratch

Put my man that he's handsome on the top

Scream, she's doing whenever I say go

This bitch's on the right way

We appreciate a bad play, and now the whole play

And ever she shouts, I'm on my way

Money, put my money in my duffle bag

Money, put my money in my duffle bag

Money, money, put my money in my douffle bag

Money, put my money in my duffle bag

Heeeyyyyyyyyyaa

Money, put my money in my duffle bag

Shall we?