"Extra" lyrics

You know we had to make a call to the Southside
College Park to be exact
Fifth Street, what up?
I told my boy I don't want Shad da God, I want Rich Kid Shawty
Yeah
Ayy, TM, this the one we workin'?
Old motherfucker, old swag? Okay
(Crash Dummy goin' retarded, spendin' cash money)
Yeah, God

Red paint (Red paint), insides peanut butter (Yeah, it's peanut)
I let the money get to talkin', nigga, no Chris Tucker (Franklin)
I got my old shit with me, I'm a motherfucker (I got old shit)
Bread, nigga, Fuddruckers, my young shit, she a bloodsucker (Ah)
Bankroll stuffed in corduroys, man, who solid out of all them boys? (Nigga)
Mafia pimpin', extra large (On God), I go crack, nigga, extra hard
I go bold, extra risks, we from where it's treacherous (Yeah)
Piercers in a necklace, I already met your bitch (God)

I already met lil' shawty (Lil' shawty)
Audemars wrist, it's a lil' light forty (Let's go)
Plug had 'za, I bought it, yeah (I bought it)
When they threw it, I had caught it (Let's go)
Man, my swag different (God)
Drip like faucet, that's my preference
And I'm ridin' with the Kel-Tec 'cause my city messy (Atlanta)
Yeah, bounce your ass, though (Bounce your ass)
Yeah, I'm tryna get on a ho (On God)
When you gon' drop somethin' else, God? Man, ain't nothin', this shit on the floor (On God)
In these streets like yellow lines, nigga, I'm hustlin' like I'm poor (On God)
Nigga still be on the backstreet, nigga, fuck it, smokin' dro (Yeah)
Check me out couple albums before (Let's go)
Just in case y'all niggas be slow (What's happenin'?)
I had to keep that shit pushin' (What's happenin'?)
I had to row, row, row my boat (Let's go)
Slime the God, a slippery slope (On God)
We'll make some shit float (Hahaha)
I ain't gon' spend it 'til I'm broke
But I'ma put out a lil' dough

Red paint (Red paint), insides peanut butter (Yeah, it's peanut)
I let the money get to talkin', nigga, no Chris Tucker (Franklin)
I got my old shit with me, I'm a motherfucker (I got old shit)
Bread, nigga, Fuddruckers, my young shit, she a bloodsucker (Ah)
Bankroll stuffed in corduroys, man, who solid out of all them boys? (Nigga)
Mafia pimpin', extra large (On God), I go crack, nigga, extra hard
I go bold, extra risks, we from where it's treacherous (Yeah)
Piercers in a necklace, I already met your bitch (God)

I already sipped the Wock' (Already sipped the Wock'), I already crushed that block (Crushed that block)
Smoke a blunt and no baby bottle (Ah), my name God, she on my top (On God)
And I'm on that West right now, but I'm from that South like Flock (Southside)
But I'm from that South like Troup (Nat), flashin' in a nasty coupe (Know I'm flashin', nigga)
Yeah, free them blue devils, I ain't talkin' 'bout Duke (University)
The way the bitch blew me, think I was a flute (Flizzute)
My pimpin' international, not just 285 loop (Hold up)
I flew my bitch to Costa Rica, fucked her like the swoop (God)

Red paint (Red paint), insides peanut butter (Yeah, it's peanut)
I let the money get to talkin', nigga, no Chris Tucker (Franklin)
I got my old shit with me, I'm a motherfucker (I got old shit)
Bread, nigga, Fuddruckers, my young shit, she a bloodsucker (Ah)
Bankroll stuffed in corduroys, man, who solid out of all them boys? (Nigga)
Mafia pimpin', extra large (On God), I go crack, nigga, extra hard
I go bold, extra risks, we from where it's treacherous (Yeah)
Piercers in a necklace, I already met your bitch (God)