Mr. Real Estate - We At It Again lyrics
rate me(feat Yo Gotti, Bay Bay & Pleasure P)
Y’already know what it is, I mean one being me
I was just telling a nigga the other day I’m like I’m on
And what it mean to be on,
If you’re whole team ain’t on
We all tryin’ to ball nigga
Hook:
Honey in the fast lane, catch me in the wind
Stacking up them zeroes like we at it again.
Don’t know nothing my pollin’ off, girl just bring your friend
Stacking up them zeroes like we at it again.
We on and we on and we on and we on
And we on and we on and we on (we at it again)
We on and we on and we on and we on
And we on and we on and we on (we at it again)
Was ashing with the tent I intend to get it
In the kitchen with that chicken, I whip it, whip it
Sipping all like my bed, cope a gas and blown
And everywhere I go been Franklin tag alone.
2012 back upon, no sippin list
And I’ve been throwin money wave like I’ ick of it
I’ve so sick with this, I’m talking trappy nigga
They say I worth the mile, that ain’t even no frenchie nigga
I’m on my John paxin’, that’s that bullshit,
Now I’m on my joint, I ain’t pass them Hogan bitch
I give my all people in Italy it’s all Gucci,
I’m in the wind fast lane do me like I’m bussy.
[Hook:]
Yeah, I think I fell in love with the bank teller
Zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, come whatever, (whatever)
I’m a hunt nigga, (I am) handcup to the back,
Pocket full of money dollar, don’t know how to act
Fam goes, black on black,
But I didn’t like the color so I shipped it back
Extra morning, make it so don’t wait
Still ain’t drop that, this must be the life
I ain’t fallin’ off, and I claim shit,
How they luck me up, and they ain’t fine shit
Straight Olympic shit, go L ..
We break records in the streets, we dope boys.
Hook:
Honey in the fast lane, catch me in the wind
Stacking up them zeroes like we at it again.
Don’t know nothing my pollin’ off, girl just bring your friend
Stacking up them zeroes like we at it again.
We on and we on and we on and we on
And we on and we on and we on (we at it again)
We on and we on and we on and we on
And we on and we on and we on (we at it again)
Is like I got Polex, I can’t fall
I’m like no brand in the voice screaming ball ball
Money tall like she kill, I’m superman
Ask a .., bitch I got them super grams,
Zero fall on, they looking like the money train
I’m ballin’ like the rapper dollar sell is cocaine
Roll game money what they mean they keep growin
I’m at the shit again, A1B a me nigga
Leas in my pocket, money grown trees niggas
I’m Jack trip the trees, call me girl bring your friend
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