"Wells Fargo" lyrics
(YMP Cash)
Uh, uh
Go
Bitch, it's big boss, I put niggas on payroll (Woo)
This bitch bad as fuck, but she really don't get no say-so (No)
You might think you playin' me, I just lay low and play slow (Fool)
Bitch, it's C, double O T, I eat a blackout chopper (I'm him)
When I'm juggin' out in traffic, this Glock go where I go (Go where I go)
Mr. Trappin' Make it Happen, lookin' like I hit the lotto' (Look)
Only real niggas 'round me, ayy, lil' bro, scan this barcode (Go)
I got all these racks on me, look like I left Wells Fargo (This for the troopers)
Trap, trappin' like the mob, we lay shit down like Marlowe (We lay it down)
Play with five, bitch, you get burned, we light shit up like Choco (Boom)
Who want smoke? Just left the dealership without no condo (No condo)
Burnin' C-notes, speedin' through traffic to see how fast the car go
I just play slow (Play slow), they tryna catch up, but can't though (But can't though)
Snap a photo (Photo) with a lot more shit I got I can't show (Can't show)
Pushin' big dope (Big dope), get them bricks, get sold, finito (Finito)
Mr. Fargo, money standin' tall as a gazebo
Every time I smash your bitch, she tell me she want more (She want me)
Glock go where I go, no, I can't go for no back door (At all)
One thing that's for sure, bitch, we gon' slide like a wet float (Slide)
I got killers on payroll, I make one call and you're done for (Oh, bitch, you gone)
Bitch, it's big boss, I put niggas on payroll (Woo)
This bitch bad as fuck, but she really don't get no say-so (No)
You might think you playin' me, I just lay low and play slow (Fool)
Bitch, it's C, double O T, I eat a blackout chopper (I'm him)
When I'm juggin' out in traffic, this Glock go where I go (Go where I go)
Mr. Trappin' Make it Happen, lookin' like I hit the lotto' (Look)
Only real niggas 'round me, ayy, lil' bro, scan this barcode (Go)
I got all these racks on me, look like I left Wells Fargo (This for the troopers)
Uh, uh
Go
Bitch, it's big boss, I put niggas on payroll (Woo)
This bitch bad as fuck, but she really don't get no say-so (No)
You might think you playin' me, I just lay low and play slow (Fool)
Bitch, it's C, double O T, I eat a blackout chopper (I'm him)
When I'm juggin' out in traffic, this Glock go where I go (Go where I go)
Mr. Trappin' Make it Happen, lookin' like I hit the lotto' (Look)
Only real niggas 'round me, ayy, lil' bro, scan this barcode (Go)
I got all these racks on me, look like I left Wells Fargo (This for the troopers)
Trap, trappin' like the mob, we lay shit down like Marlowe (We lay it down)
Play with five, bitch, you get burned, we light shit up like Choco (Boom)
Who want smoke? Just left the dealership without no condo (No condo)
Burnin' C-notes, speedin' through traffic to see how fast the car go
I just play slow (Play slow), they tryna catch up, but can't though (But can't though)
Snap a photo (Photo) with a lot more shit I got I can't show (Can't show)
Pushin' big dope (Big dope), get them bricks, get sold, finito (Finito)
Mr. Fargo, money standin' tall as a gazebo
Every time I smash your bitch, she tell me she want more (She want me)
Glock go where I go, no, I can't go for no back door (At all)
One thing that's for sure, bitch, we gon' slide like a wet float (Slide)
I got killers on payroll, I make one call and you're done for (Oh, bitch, you gone)
Bitch, it's big boss, I put niggas on payroll (Woo)
This bitch bad as fuck, but she really don't get no say-so (No)
You might think you playin' me, I just lay low and play slow (Fool)
Bitch, it's C, double O T, I eat a blackout chopper (I'm him)
When I'm juggin' out in traffic, this Glock go where I go (Go where I go)
Mr. Trappin' Make it Happen, lookin' like I hit the lotto' (Look)
Only real niggas 'round me, ayy, lil' bro, scan this barcode (Go)
I got all these racks on me, look like I left Wells Fargo (This for the troopers)
Writer(s): Randarius Caruthers
