Tj Lyrics

We been doing the dashing and pouring up on the E-Way

I got one life to live, so I do it me way, yeah, yeah

Finna throw a little bit of money on these bitches in TJ

Finna throw a little bit of money on these bitches in TJ

Pour up another deuce, roll up a woody too

Drink got me feeling loose What am I finna do

Break down another stick, my nigga don't wreck the whip

We all in traffic with it

We all in traffic with it

We gon' take a lil' trip to Mexico, fuck the states we ain't even come back no more

Gettin fucked up I can't even find my soul

Let go, let go, vamanos, vamanos, vamanos, vamanos, yeah

Pretty bad bitch with a G-String on and a BBL

I'ma throw a lil' dough, then shawty gon bust it like a shotgun shell

Hay dos mios, por favor, casa conmigo

In the whip getting fucked up, cupped up, just us, me and my migos

We getting to the bag, no Fritos, a nigga like me might as well just move to the bank

Bentley be dripping like a sink, B.G. walking around here like his shit

And it been like dat, What the fuck a nigga look like if he ain't getting to the money

Going hard in the paint, man, I swear I feel just like Giannis

And I can't focus on shit, I'm out my body Bad bitch sitting in my lap, let's get it poppin'

In Tijuana, I really wanna go up and lose my mind

Done missed a couple calls cause it's loud as a bitch and a nigga lost track of the time

We been doing the dashing and pouring up on the E-Way

I got one life to live, so I do it me way, yeah, yeah

Finna throw a little bit of money on these bitches in TJ

Finna throw a little bit of money on these bitches in TJ

Pour up another deuce, roll up a woody too

Drink got me feeling loose What am I finna do

Break down another stick, my nigga don't wreck the whip

We all in traffic with it

We all in traffic with it

8 shots in gotta check these bitches

I'm going hard in the game of inches

They see us off in traffic wit it

Don't play with my name like Jadah Pinkett

You ain't got ask who did it $U in it, then you know we left money on the floor

I ain't goin' trippin' bout a hoe, no, butt naked pics in the iPhone

Show up, drop that D, I'm gone, These hoes can't leave me alone

Fuck with a player, call me Jerome, Blow me something like a saxophone

Bitch, check out the fit, they all on the tip, you know I'm the shit

Car got a cold and my kicks got rona, bitch, my shit sick

Mix it, mix it, mix it, mix it, mix it, mix it

Home run derby shawty threw it and let me hit it

Everywhere we go, you know it's going up, Don't say shit, just pour me up

Post it up with my double cup TJ booming, you know what's up

We been doing the dashing and pouring up on the E-Way

I got one life to live, so I do it me way, yeah, yeah

Finna throw a little bit of money on these bitches in TJ

Finna throw a little bit of money on these bitches in TJ

Pour up another deuce, roll up a woody too

Drink got me feeling loose What am I finna do

Break down another stick, my nigga don't wreck the whip

We all in traffic with it

We all in traffic with it