Tomorrow
LNDN DRGS, Freddie Gibbs
Get money, stack it up (stack it up)
Come on lil' momma won't you back it up (back it up)
Pussy ass nigga why you actin' tough (back it up)
You don't really want it with a gang of Bloods
Gone off the juice yah, D'Usse
Hit the club 50 deep, it's a movie (movie)
Goin' fo', flip the top like a toupee (toupee)
Gettin' money, gettin' paper like a loose leaf
Black top with the stars it's a new Wraith
Going up in the club on a Tuesday (Tuesday)
Snap a bitch on the blade if she choosey
5k that's the fee if she choose me
Know my pimpin' old school like a two way
She fuck Cardo and G she a groupie
But you the finest little bitch that I ever seen
Cartier frames, AP when I hit the scene
Don't put me off 'til tomorrow for what we can do today
Don't put me off 'til tomorrow tell me that you want to stay
Yah, white body black top this a new coupe
Silly groupie, take the pee pee in the poop-chute
Barely wear leather, hit it with the whoop woo
Freddie came pulled up in a foreign on a hula hoops
Who are you? Niggas act familiar like they knew the crew
I can never hit her I dismiss her if she do the coup
I been pimpin' bitches, gettin' digits that's the usual
Freddie came pulled up in a foreign on a hula hoops
And a Chevy got a go and get it
50 karats VVS, a nigga cold with it
I been whippin' in my kitchen with my own chicken
Baking soda got my phone in it
Don't put me off 'til tomorrow for what we can do today
Don't put me off 'til tomorrow tell me that you want to stay
Written by: Fredrick Tipton, Jay Worthy, Sean HouseLyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLCLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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