Lyrics
Pick up to six lines to make a card.
Tryna pin the tail on the donkey
Ha
We make hits in the studio, nightly
We out tryna get this money (Get this money)
We take trips in the winter
Jet planes to climates where it's sunny
We got mommy on the dance floor
Grindin' to the beat, tipsy off the bubbly
But at the end of the day
We finna play
I'm tryna pin the tail on the donkey
Max hit sluts for days
Spend gift bucks away
Bust six nuts a day
I need six trucks, six smuts with braids
I'm big luck, you gon' eat, just trust my ways (Trust me)
Max, I spits that shit, I ain't hearin' ya
You ain't a superstar, you don't fit the criteria
Little nigga scrape up for his money
Go to sleep with a dime and wake up to a twenty
Peel the outfit out, pickin' out my shoes
Lunchbox packed, movie slippin' out the tube
Homie from the club, he was gettin' out his brew
Fed him with the eight, had him spittin' out his food
I got the little niggas skippin' out of school
Niggas fuckin' with my swag, tryna get me out the mood
They tryna kick me out the room
Baby girl slipped me out her womb
Time to vacate, pick me out a cruise, let's go
We make hits in the studio, nightly
We out tryna get this money
We take trips in the winter
Jet planes to climates where it's sunny
We got mommy on the dance floor
Grindin' to the beat, tipsy off the bubbly
But at the end of the day
We finna play
I'm tryna pin the tail on the donkey
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