doja lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, 30 ain't nothing to blow
30 ain't nothing to blow
30 ain't nothing to blow

[Chorus]
And I'm getting high early in the morning smokin' on doja
Freak b*tch she tryn' f*ck everyday she a soldier
My whip just came out the shop, put that b*tch on the floor (Hey Sauce)
I'm a young rich n*gga, 30 ain't nothing to blow
I'm peepin' everything but I'm acting like I don't know you
I ain't popping out to no clubs better pay me to go there
Got so much paper I'm tired of counting it up
Uhh, you f*cked up I got rich and now you just kind of look dumb

[Verse]
Uhh, stupid lil hoe you a dumb lil b*tch
How you got kids but you want my kid
I been running up bags since i started this sh*t
I got hella swag, course they copy my sh*t
I got hella swag, course they copy my sh*t
Brand new diamonds i shine my wrist
Brand new diamonds i shine my wrist
Brand new diamonds i shine my b*tch

[Chorus]
And I'm getting high early in the morning smokin' on doja
Freak b*tch she tryn' f*ck everyday she a soldier
My whip just came out the shop, put that b*tch on the floor
I'm a young rich n*gga, 30 ain't nothing to blow
I'm peepin' everything but I'm acting like I don't know you
I ain't popping out to no clubs better pay me to go there
Got so much paper I'm tired of counting it up
Uhh, you [?] now you just kind of look dumb
[Bridge]
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Smoking on doja yeah
Smoking on doja yeah
Smoking on doja yeah
Smoking on doja yeah

[Verse 2]
BB sign and supreme bag
Need it blue camo and black
Keep 3 joints in my bag
Keep 5 hoes in rotation 2 on the bench 2 in back
Other hoe I [?] to my mans
She play with the flute like peter pan
[?] take it in

b*tch its PBM sosa, I don't do nothin' fake b*tch
They love to hate on great sh*t, I guess I'm a great man
Every week I'm at Max Field, it's a bad habit
She suck my di*k like crack, she said she a crack addict

[Chorus]
And I'm getting high early in the morning smokin' on doja
Freak b*tch she tryn' f*ck everyday she a soldier
My whip just came out the shop, put that b*tch on the floor
I'm a young rich n*gga, 30 ain't nothing to blow