Tokyo Driftin - Nef The Pharaoh, Raymond McMahon

Skrt skrt

What up

I kill a nigga over my brother that’s no cap

Why your bitch givin' me brain that’s no cap

I think I’m addicted to head, she in my lap

I don’t conversate with the cops I’m not a rat

Money piles startin' to get ridiculous

You know it’s five days in a week and I got six wheels

And bitch my son don’t for nothin' I’m gettin' my cheddar chips

Disrespect one of my niggas I’ll leave you neckless

Hey look at me I’m 23 and on my own

Ed Edd 'n Eddy I got my fetty plank all on my charm

My baby mama beat your ass and then you press charges

I’m off to state with my dog like I work at Target

That little money you gettin' not enough

Tokyo driftin' in a foreign eat my dust, skrt skrt

Can’t be addicted to finer stuff (Yeah)

She don’t get that bag ride around run it up, ay ay

That little money you gettin' not enough

Tokyo driftin' in a foreign eat my dust, skrt skrt

Can’t be addicted to finer stuff (Yeah)

You don’t get that bag ride around run it up, ay ay

I’ma need a bag right now

I’ma need you tyin' that trash right now, yeah

Heard you get it fast oh wow

Baby show me that you’re down oh

'Cause I know you gonna tell 'em straight

If it’s pussy you gon' say it to their face, damn

I’ma pick you up and skid away

In a bimmer I’ma take you to estates, yeah

She got a full ride, but she wanna be 'bout it

Dropped college I be your knowledge

Don’t need no fakes or mirages

She know I can take you much farther

That little money you gettin' not enough

Tokyo driftin' in a foreign eat my dust, skrt skrt

Can’t be addicted to finer stuff (Yeah)

She don’t get that bag ride around run it up, ay ay

That little money you gettin' not enough

Tokyo driftin' in a foreign eat my dust, skrt skrt

Can’t be addicted to finer stuff (Yeah)

You don’t get that bag ride around run it up, ay ay

My baby birthed and a nigga started praise dancin'

He looked dead on his mama my lil nigga handsome

I made my first hunnid thousand and 'bout to do it again

Just to hit the mall and fuck it off on my kids

That lil money you gettin' just a lil you ain’t live

If I was to die today my whole family be rich

Bitch, I still save pennies 'cause it all makes sense

Cryin' in my room 'cause I couldn’t afford kids

I feel like I made it

I feel like the greatest

I’m know Allah got me he my savior

I do anything that it takes for my babies

I’m give him well he my all so crazy

That little money you gettin' not enough

Tokyo driftin' in a foreign eat my dust, skrt skrt

Can’t be addicted to finer stuff (Yeah)

She don’t get that bag ride around run it up, ay ay

That little money you gettin' not enough

Tokyo driftin' in a foreign eat my dust, skrt skrt

Can’t be addicted to finer stuff (Yeah)

You don’t get that bag ride around run it up, ay ay

That little money you gettin' not enough

Tokyo driftin' in a foreign eat my dust, skrt skrt

Can’t be addicted to finer stuff

You don’t get that bag ride around run it up, ay ay

That little money you gettin' not enough

Tokyo driftin' in a foreign eat my dust, skrt skrt

Can’t be addicted to finer stuff

You don’t get that bag ride around run it up, ay ay