"EXTRA" lyrics

(Young Rich Squad)
Yeah
Oh, you thought we was gonna sit down for this one, nigga?
On my soul, I need extra
Let's go

What's that on my phone? (Go)
Why she keep on callin'? She won't leave me 'lone (Go)
All them hands turnin' when I play this song
Thirty, we at Neiman Marcus, she like my cologne (Thirty, let's go)
This women in my DMs tryna hit this dough (Thirty)
Splashin', I put flavor, I put seasoning, this baking soda
We was mountain climbin' up them bricks, I almost hit a boulder (Let's go)
Cops pulled up real quick, seen the reflection that was in my gold
Redbone too conceited, when I fuck her, she still hit the pole
Bouncin' out with pistols, need this .30 just to save my soul (.30)
Opps just keep on dyin' and poppin' up, this shit like Whack-a-Mole (Thirty)
Fiends like some zombies in the trap, we got the pack for low (Zombies), let's go
Wait, come and get your man (Come get your man), hold up, get your man (Hold up, get your man)
Ooh, I'm so special, man (I'm so special, man), ooh, [?] hit your man
Damn, they want the pressure made (Ooh), I got pressure made (Thirty)
Heard they want the pressure made (Thirty), I got extra made (Thirty)
Mixin' water, man, wrist is automated
Splash, this shit water, man, no, we not the same

Ooh, yeah