Lyrics Woes - King, Dj Testarosa

Woes

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)