"33" lyrics

(Dylvinci Got The, Cash)
Fft-bee
Bah

Damn, I remember when hoes tried to dubbed me
Now they want me I guess that I'm lucky
Guess maybe it's the fame or money
But it's probably cause after I hit they love me
Regardless I'm living, I'm just doing me
I'm smokin' on Pippen, I'm off the high off the 3, 3
Most of these niggas just want to be me
Put that boy in the dirt like a football cleat

That nigga gone
Now we smokin' that fuckboy to the dome
Mulattos stick, that bitch 2 toned
I'm facin' this J, I don't sip no patron
This Mary J., is my fuckin' cologne
Niggas talkin' shit but they be unknown
If it ain't bout no money, don't hit my phone
If she's a funnel I don't fuck with no cone

Damn, I remember when hoes tried to dubbed me
Now they want me I guess that I'm lucky
Guess maybe it's the fame or money
But it's probably cause after I hit they love me
Regardless I'm living, I'm just doing me
I'm smokin' on Pippen, I'm off the high off the 3, 3
Most of these niggas just want to be me
Put that boy in the dirt like a football cleat

Bah
(I really like to use cash)
(Dylvinci Got The Code)