[Lyric] Hit Dogs Holla (Taz Tikoon)

Self made nigga
Put my self on
Just made 20 bands on cell phone
You ain’t talking cash
Move the hell on
Gott Bad bitch
Fat ass her hair long
Me and broke niggas don’t get along
When ya Money talk bitches
Love to sing along
Love to roll play
Acting Nia long
Every Friday I send her ass back home
Wana it I cop
Cannot be stopped
I’m headed straight to the top spot
Cream of the crop
Serving yoblock
You cannot get this at top shop
You Talking a lot
Get yo ass blocked
Your Mouth is cheaper than hot spots
Stacking these bands
I money dance
Broke ass niggas just cha cha
I’m Laughing straight to the bank
Do what I want
Give a fuck what u think
Balling on niggas
Go hard in thе paint
No limit I might pull up in a tank
Drippin tidewater
That’s all that I drink
Walking on water
No I cannot sink
I fuckеd ya daughter on top of the sink
Tikoon send her back home in a brinks
21 bitches ima savage
And they all top
10 Nothing average
AP mode
In my baggage
Putting VA on the Atlas
Fuck her every night she gladys
Stretch her body out like Elastic
Bedroom looKing like gymnastics
Only place I ever lie is on the mattress