Datz Kool lyrics

by

Fat Trel


[Intro]
(Boss Major)
(Boss Major)
(M-M-M-Maybach Music)
Bang, bang, bang
Haha

[Verse 1]
f*ck police, I smoke like I ride, and I ride like a G
And if I'm in the Chi', I'ma ride to the D, with a 9 on my side, on my side is a piece
I be young black n*gga, love to roll the pack in the trap, fat n*gga
Pull up with the MAC, wall to my back, roll another fat
Matter fact, better shoot back, n*gga
Wait, he only eat if it's steak on the plate?
Its work with chicken, these n*ggas is straight
You thought I was new, but the truth is you late
You look a snake, and your jewelry is fake
I basically say I don't f*ck with you n*ggas
Trust me, it's nothing to bust at you n*ggas
n*ggas is snitching and b*tches is watching
I rather just choose not to pop at your top
See all of the b*tches I f*ck, and the money I got
And I'm thinking, like, why should I stop?
Check in the bag, this sh*t getting sad
I'm running through b*tches I knew I would have
Thinking of scooping a coupe or a jag
Scoop up the crew, do what we do
Go tell my ho pour a four in the two
Say somebody broke, and I know it was you
That ain't really what the real players do
f*ck a ho right for a day or two
Take the pus*y from the hood
If the pus*y real good
Then you know a real n*gga gotta share you
And that's player, fool
Ride around my city like the mayor, fool
Keep this sh*t a hunnid, if I see it I'ma want it
Got a hundred round chopper
You ain't taking none from me
All I know is I'ma keep it 300
Quick feet, if a n*gga sweet we comin'
Six feet, let 'em leak, layin' on his stomach
You don't really want it
Laying down, run it
Need money, everything money
Pull up on the scene, ain't a damn thing funny
Think sh*t a dream, how you never seen money?
Got the white with clean, dirty magazine money
Get money, f*ck hoes
I'll peel a P-7 truck slow
Take a seven out the P puff dro
I ain't greedy take three, f*ck four
Let's go, pop a molly, roll
How the f*ck he say he ballin' and his Ferragamo stollen
Right wrist bright, b*tch, Rolex, Rollie
Wifey come from Cali, but she don't know Kobe
I'm lonely sitting at the top
Big face watch in a big boy drop
Got one shot, you shoot I pop
Whether or not I'd advise you to stop
I be wild as a fool walking through the crowd, blowing loud with the crew
Roll the window down, hear the sound of the tool
Never come around 'cause my shooter, he a fool
It's me, it's you, get money what the f*ck we do (We do)
Let the chopper hit him up that's cool (That's cool)
Let the coppers do what they do (That's true)
'Cause my Glock is matching my shoes (Shoes)
My swagger matching my boo (That's cool)
I done ran through half of her crew (True)
[Outro]
Get money what the f*ck we do (We do)
Let the chopper hit 'em up, that's cool (That's cool)
Get money what the f*ck we do (We do)
Let the chopper hit 'em up, that's cool (That's cool)
'Cause my Glock is matching my shoes (Shoes)
My swagger matching my boo (That's cool)
I done ran through half of her crew (True)
Let me stop the track that's cool (That's cool)
Get money what the f*ck we do (We do)
Let the chopper hit 'em up, that's cool (That's cool)
Get money what the f*ck we do (We do)
Let the chopper hit 'em up, that's cool (That's cool)
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