Cut Me Off by Jae Bee Lyrics
[Intro]
They gon' say sum shit that ain't even real
That's why i don't believe nobody
Fuck Everybody
[Chorus x2]
Livin' up my lifestyle
Trynna count up big rack
Gotta double that pack
White tee, dope boy, got the right style
Trynna run me up a check before that time flies
They gon' have to cut me off before that last line
Stacking up that paper, i just need a big rack
Getting to that money, holding on that kick back
Time is money, you know i can't let down on my tiktak's
[Verse 1]
Tell me you feelin' bout how i'm feelin'
Ran up the money i need a million uh
Get off my dick you too conceited
White tee on me, this shit is fitted
I can't explain cause i'm a dope boy
I ran it fast, you ran it slow boy
Get off your ass, you making no noise
Another year before that Rolls Royce
1 pack, 2 packs, 3 packs, 4 packs
That's like 10 bands
And i got that pistol up on my hip
This shit gon' make you dance
And you are still low riding, lil boy go and pull your pants
I had to put my pride aside before i made them bands
[Chorus]
Livin' up my lifestyle
Trynna count up big rack
Gotta double that pack
White tee, dope boy, got the right style
Trynna run me up a check before that time flies
They gon' have to cut me off before that last line
Stacking up that paper, i just need a big rack
Getting to that money, holding on that kick back
Time is money, you know i can't let down on my tiktak's
They gon' say sum shit that ain't even real
That's why i don't believe nobody
Fuck Everybody
[Chorus x2]
Livin' up my lifestyle
Trynna count up big rack
Gotta double that pack
White tee, dope boy, got the right style
Trynna run me up a check before that time flies
They gon' have to cut me off before that last line
Stacking up that paper, i just need a big rack
Getting to that money, holding on that kick back
Time is money, you know i can't let down on my tiktak's
[Verse 1]
Tell me you feelin' bout how i'm feelin'
Ran up the money i need a million uh
Get off my dick you too conceited
White tee on me, this shit is fitted
I can't explain cause i'm a dope boy
I ran it fast, you ran it slow boy
Get off your ass, you making no noise
Another year before that Rolls Royce
1 pack, 2 packs, 3 packs, 4 packs
That's like 10 bands
And i got that pistol up on my hip
This shit gon' make you dance
And you are still low riding, lil boy go and pull your pants
I had to put my pride aside before i made them bands
[Chorus]
Livin' up my lifestyle
Trynna count up big rack
Gotta double that pack
White tee, dope boy, got the right style
Trynna run me up a check before that time flies
They gon' have to cut me off before that last line
Stacking up that paper, i just need a big rack
Getting to that money, holding on that kick back
Time is money, you know i can't let down on my tiktak's