Transit (Explicit) - Chevy Woods/Lola Monroe

This beat is f**king crazy

Turn the music up a little bit more

Cool

All these b**ches they love it

All these niggas they hate it

Annotate They be sick to their stomach look at the look on their faces

Me and my niggas just ballin' we make something from nothing

We just f**kin' the money she screamin' baby I'm cumin'

All these niggas they love it

All these b**ches they hate it

They be sick to their stomach look at the look on their faces

Me and my b**ches just ballin' we make something from nothing

I ride this hustle for good the money never stop comin'

That new piece hella sick you probly talk when you pinch

Only had time for that combo for niggas scorin' them bricks

No I ain't lyin' at all ask your friends cuz they know it

My niggas empty them clips then fill 'em up that's reloadin'

Got a thing for that money fast cars and that dough

I was actin' a fool now sellin' 20's of soap

Like anything for a dollar but I was foolin' myself

You gotta fight for your hustle what would you do for the belt

Even them b**ches would shoot blow a kiss from that pistol

Couple of hot magazines so you can come get your issue

All of them Taylor's will show and all you heard was a whistle

It's really stripes over here cuz all my niggas official

All these b**ches they loveAnnotate it

All these niggas they hate it

They be sick to their stomach look at the look on their faces

Me and my niggas just ballin' we make something from nothing

We just f**kin' the money she screamin' baby I'm cumin'

All these niggas they love it

All these b**ches they hate it

They be sick to their stomach look at the look on their faces

Me and my b**ches just ballin' we make something from nothing

I ride this hustle for good the money never stop comin'

Oh sh*t Chevy they gon make me grind a machete

Whole Clip ready b**ch 'bout to go down like confetti

I push harder than pussies giving birth I say

Now these dry a** b**ches sending first my way

Got the whole city on my shoulder my driver ain't never been chauffeured

And the motherf**kers tell me when to go when to stay

What to do how to play I'mma chose 'er

He know opposing arrows I be exposing your hoes

Like how you f**k and you suck to be exposed to bin those

Until you grind like me I make it in to miss the struggle

Shut the f**k up our lion's in to miss the jungles

I'm closing curtains so you can throw the towel in

Versace linens my style been in dowry ten

All these b**ches they loveAnnotate it

All these niggas they hate it

They be sick to their stomach look at the look on their faces

Me and my niggas just ballin' we make something from nothing

We just f**kin' the money she screamin' baby I'm cumin'

All these niggas they love it

All these b**ches they hate it

They be sick to their stomach look at the look on their faces

Me and my b**ches just ballin' we make something from nothing

I ride this hustle for good the money never stop comin'