Lunch Money ft. Cole Dozier Lyrics

Harden and treezy got packed in the wood

Cuttin on the gun he ain't made for the hood

Wuffin' on the net yeah he shoulda woulda could

Got a couple hundred bands in my pocket lil baby

If I catch you with this beam we ain't stoppin' it baby

I got prime to shine I ain't shootin' to shoot

If my homie ever cheat I don't really gotta clue

He was sellin' dope since a youngin tryna make it out

Diamonds on my neck but it only bought a couple pounds

He ain't real talk yeah they said that it was up

Send one shot and they all went and ducked

And they all went and ducked

Yeah wuffin' on the wood I was made for the hood

Always been good ain't never been misunderstood

Leveling up the blunt just came to show you how it's done

I ain't gotta steal your lunch money bitch I'm just runnin' up the funds

I just do it for fun

You can run up catch your one

I ain't even gotta stunt

I just caught a body in the Bronx

Man these boys really punks

You can watch me roll up blunts

Sit back while I'm countin' up runts

I'm just flowing different

Niggas ain't got nothing on me

Niggas ain't got nothing on me

Finna steal your lunch money

Finna pull up with two different shottas

I ain't even gotta ride em'

Like I'm really SpotemGottem

Pull up in that new Bentayga

Like I'm really fuckin' robbing

I ain't even gotta say

My niggas already know what I'm on

What you doing bitch

You ain't even gotta call my fuckin' phone Aye

Lunch money lunch money lunch money

Pull up round my town

You know what I'm on

Lunch money lunch money lunch money

They say how you do that

They say how you do that

They say how you do that

Lunch money lunch money lunch money

This a club anthem