Shawty Lo Duffle Bag

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?

Shawty Lo Cookin’

[Shawty Lo:]

Man these hoes be tripping

Asking what I’m cooking

Cook it right in front of ya

That’s how I know, I cook it

Man these hoes so crazy

Asking what I’m cooking

Cook it right in front of ya

That’s how I know, I cook it

Cook, cook, chef

Wrist (skrt), whip (bricks)

Cook, cook, chef

Wrist (skrt), whip (bricks)

Cook, cook, chef

Wrist (skrt), whip (bricks)

Cook, cook, chef

Wrist (skrt), whip (bricks)

She want to model baby

Forget minor baby

This Shawty baby

Shawty Lo, I do it B-I

I do it, do it

Shawty Lo, I do it B-I

Man my ho just walked in

Asking what I’m cooking

Sit your ass in the living room

And stay out my kitchen

Country boys want two things

Got one left, watch me do things

Wrist game wax on wax off

Chop blocks like sensei

Don’t mix me with that rap shit

Ain’t nothing but some he say

I run my city

Whole town do what I say

Man these hoes be tripping

Asking what I’m cooking

Cook it right in front of ya

That’s how I know, I cook it

Man these hoes so crazy

Asking what I’m cooking

Cook it right in front of ya

That’s how I know, I cook it

Cook, cook, chef

Wrist (skrt), whip (bricks)

Cook, cook, chef

Wrist (skrt), whip (bricks)

Cook, cook, chef

Wrist (skrt), whip (bricks)

Cook, cook, chef

Wrist (skrt), whip (bricks)

[Yung Ralph:]

In the kitchen whipping up like a chef

In the game calling plays like a ref

Fuck her good, eat it up, it’s top shelf

Don’t leave the trap ’til it ain’t none’ left

Need some extra hands, all the money that we counting

All these diamonds on me, you can call me water fountain

Nigga cop a coupe, same day going mounting

Good with them digits, I don’t need no accountant

And they know a nigga represent the three like Curry

OG money, whip it in a circle like skerr

And they know everything Gucci on me like burr

[?] McGee, I’m a need a chauffer

West side, Ocean Drive, screaming out “Dey Know”

Dead man got me seeing stars like fable

A nigga moving slow, just poured a four in a Faygo

2 Federal, bumping Moneybagg Yayo

Still made the juggs off the bag like Shawty

Rollie on my wrist costs forty (thousand)

Just spend twenty on an old school

Same thing I spent on lil shawty

Trap money, it ain’t none’ but trap money

Benihana lunch with the cap money

Rest in peace my nigga Shawty L-O

Switch it all up, told her rap money, jugg

[Shawty Lo:]

Man these hoes be tripping

Asking what I’m cooking

Cook it right in front of ya

That’s how I know, I cook it

Man these hoes so crazy

Asking what I’m cooking

Cook it right in front of ya

That’s how I know, I cook it

Cook, cook, chef

Wrist (skrt), whip (bricks)

Cook, cook, chef

Wrist (skrt), whip (bricks)

Cook, cook, chef

Wrist (skrt), whip (bricks)

Cook, cook, chef

Wrist (skrt), whip (bricks)