Jetta by Talkmoneytrey Lyrics

(RA killed this beat)
Oh yeah it is
Yeah
Money tall like I'm Yao Ming
(Damn)
No super bowl I got a few rings
I want this life whatever it brings, yeah
All that flexing ain't helping the team
You just be stressing the team
I got a 40 with me
Cooking like Ricky and Morty with me
(Aye Aye Aye)
I got his shorty with me
Back of the back of the back of the Jetta
I let her tote my Beretta
She said Talk Money everything you do
You do it better
That was fire
Oh yeah it is
Yeah
Money tall like I'm Yao Ming
(Damn)
No super bowl I got a few rings
I want this life whatever it brings, yeah
Whatever it brings
Like a bird I spread my wings
She got a problem with keeping it clean
I got a problem with keeping it G
Aye, Big 30 on me
Poking out of my pants
Test me you gone see
I'll make you lose a band
Ya Cash App ain't hitting
You ain't even got a grand
You mother fuckers be talking
That's the shit I can't stand
I can't stand it
I keep a rubber band and I bandit
Yeah
Oh no
That was fire
I was gonna say
Oh yeah it is
Yeah
Oh no
Money tall like I'm Yao Ming
(Damn)
No super bowl I got a few rings
I want this life whatever it brings, yeah
I told lil shawty Woo back
She ain't even know I do that
Watching how he move like
How he move like that, damn
Too fancy
I'm trying to win me a Grammy
Cut them off they ain't family
This shit been driving me crazy
Hop in the Porsche I'm driving it crazy
His bitch been driving me crazy
She ain't my fucking baby
Oh no
Aye, 4PF like I'm Lil Baby
4 pockets full of cash
I got a bitch in the back of the Jetta
She's been giving me ass
Ass with no attitude
She wanna fuck in the booth
I said aye
Come meet me at two
End that