Woes - King, Dj Testarosa

I had a dream about that paper

Woke up and went and got it the next day

If it ain’t no money conversation

We ain’t talking, what the fuck we got to say?

See they want the dab

They want the swag

They want the juice

They want the perky

They want the Act'

They want the boot

If I ain’t got it on me, I’m calling my wodie

I bet you he wet your shit up like a ocean

Get me to the kitchen, I’m whipping the potion

(I fuck with my woes)

If I ever got a problem, I’ma call up my wodie, yeah

(What it do, Skoot?)

I ain’t talking Kung Fu, he’ll split your shit open, yeah

Camera creeping in the cut with the chopper fully loaded, yeah

One call, that’s all, you get murked dude, leave his brains on his shirt like

he waste food

All day I dream about is money, yeah

I want them hunnids, yeah

Pussy nigga wanna fight, no Chris Brown, we can run it, yeah

And I swear to God, I’m deep in her stomach, yeah

See, I just on your hoe, that’s a baby shower

She get on them drugs and call it a happy hour

I’m plugged in, I’m well connected, like mobile towers

Disrespect it, we pull your plug, no Georgia Power

I had a dream about that paper

Woke up and went and got it the next day

If it ain’t no money conversation

We ain’t talking, what the fuck we got to say?

See they want the dab

They want the swag

They want the juice

They want the perky

They want the Act'

They want the boot

If I ain’t got it on me, I’m calling my wodie

I bet you he wet your shit up like a ocean

Get me to the kitchen, I’m whipping the potion

(I fuck with my woes)

Ya heard me?

You know I heard ya, brodie

Pockets on retribution, fuck with my woes, I swear I’ll do ya

My DeLorean come from the future, rewind the time back to the future

We went from rags to riches on these bitches

I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear

And I’m really getting tired of these niggas

Gotta move around 'cause the feds really be watching niggas

I can’t stay too long when I’m in the trap

I blow fifty bands, I’ma get it back

No ball capping, no fitted hat

I just walk around with this stupid sack on me

I had a dream about that paper

Woke up and went and got it the next day

If it ain’t no money conversation

We ain’t talking, what the fuck we got to say?

See they want the dab

They want the swag

They want the juice

They want the perky

They want the Act'

They want the boot

If I ain’t got it on me, I’m calling my wodie

I bet you he wet your shit up like a ocean

Get me to the kitchen, I’m whipping the potion

(I fuck with my woes)