CeCe Winans Lyrics

I've been moving, I've been counting, smoking All this dope

I been chilling counting money smoking all this Dope

I'm on my grind, I swear to God that you can't Make me fold

Flex on niggas with that weak ass wrist, cause

I'm on Eskimo

Timmy Turner with that fuckin' burner, if you

Try me though

These lil hoes slimy, she want my dick, then got

Got a nigga, swear to God she wildin'

I'm pulling on her track, to beat her back, she Sing like CeCe Winans

Like what you tryna do, oh

Stand on business, belt to ass for all my

Children

They be asking what I do, I get that money

For a living

Like nigga, who the fuck is you Your hoodie up When you in buildings

Walk around like you a thug, but you don'tDo none of that killing, no

We're the real hitters

You be soft, the one to sob, you ain't a real Spinner

Heard you ran your mouth after that job, you Ain't a real nigga

Like, are you really real nigga

I get really feared up in my fears, you cannot Feel nigga

Ho, I get real money tick and I'm a big spender

So , yeah lil Jeffrey on our block, he keep it Real, wit us

Dope, I be smoking in the booth, but this ain't Booth, nigga,

No, If you ain't talking bout that money, get The fuck up off my phone

If you ain't talking bout that money, get the

Fuck up out my phone

I swear these hoes be erking me, I tell these Bitches leave me lone

I been chilling, counting money, smoking all This dope

I'm on my grind, I swear to God that you can't Make me fold

Flex on niggas with that weak ass wrist, cause

I'm on Eskimo

Timmy Turner with that fuckin' burner, if you

Try me though

Try me if you wanna, gon' be dead by the Morning

So that nigga pulled up loafing, and then I left That nigga snoring

I got money on the bed, so motherfucker, I'm Gon'' floor it

I got money on your head, so I'm gon' pull up Like I'm Jordan

I

got more racks than that fuck nigga, I don't Care if they like him

If he wants sum smoke come catch this heater, He can't touch the fire

A lot of fucking money on this Visa, baby, come And swipe it

He be turning green like that one nigga off Teen Titans, yeah

Lurking out that corner, they been jumping Like some fiends

I been balling on these niggas, so they gotta Double team

I don't mess around wit pour up, I ain't fucking With that lean

She think I'm finna text her back, but I won't Boost her self-esteem

Ho , I been getting money cake, I'm finna go to Mexico

Wit My lil' Spanish bae, I swear to God that She so cold

She be kissing on my neck, she fucking with Me, that's for sure

But on my mama, you'll never see young T-Roy Be wifing hoes