Ifyoureadingthiswedoinggreat Lyrics

Cam, I'm so proud of you Cam, I'm so proud of you

Cam, I'm so proud of you Hey, Cam, I'm so proud of you

I ain't even mad at you How many blunts you smoke a few

I don't know what to do

Smokin' on this gas, bitch, I ain't worried about the past

I'll do 150 on the dash, leave your ass in the past

Bitch, it's a heem i better it drag

Boy, why you playin' with your ass in the grass

Let them hitters get on your ass

Bitch, I'm gettin' money now, they ain't thinkin' to last

I heard your tape and boy, it was ass

Where's Otto at? countin' that cash

I don't want the Glock if it ain't no flash

I was in a concert rockin' with Sleazy

I told them I'd make it, but they ain't believe me

I tell the bitch if she don't like me, then leave me

I try to give a hand, but niggas act like they ain't need me

Niggas turn the limits on everything peachy

My niggas rockin' these shows

Talkin' bout money, he talkin' bout hoes

I know it get hard, but that's how it goes

Walk in the club, hoes touchin' they toes

G-Lock, boys, you ain't got one of those

This for my dawgs when we had to share clothes

Now that we got it, we back on the mission

I can teach you this shit, but you ain't payin' no attention

Mardo Vids in this shit, nigga

Alright

Yeah

Mari, I'm so proud of you

You do what you do and these hoes can't fake it

Stay on your dick, but they can't even take it

Tell my nigga Cam, we gon' make it

Just stay on your grind, just gotta be patient

To the blunts that we be facin

Just stick to the trap and it's back to the basics

Put the (M)oney (O)ver (H)oes , back chasin

I'm a joker man, but I'ma tell you it's real

Still Duncun in Tim's, me and Cam came back in the trap

And these niggas said they was gon' pop us like pills

I ain't savin' no hoes, but I keep my steel

I was trained to kill

Big bro taught me how to flip a bag

And that's how I came up with the joker that I kill

Pass me the blunt, now I'm smokin' on reefa

Smackin' on plays like Queen Latifah

Me and Cuz gettin' high in this bitch &

We smokin' on gas like Wiz Khalifa

My bitch smack hoes like Star, no Keisha

Hit you with the full mag and it piece, yea

I'm proud of my nigga, we staying ten toes

Put the (M)oney (O)ver (H)oes, can't hang on no leeches