Type Beat

You in her DM, I’m in her mouth, we not the same
Flippin’ the form to heat the fire, I got the flame
Came with the gift and gab, been blessed with lots of game
Niggas be mad at me, they know I’m not the blame
You in her DM, I’m in her mouth, we not the same
Flippin’ the form to heat the fire, I got the flame
Came with the gift and gab, been blessed with lots of game
Niggas be mad at me, they know I’m not the blame (Hеy, hey, hey, hey)

Wеll I’m too geechy to be preachy, I just show out (Ay)
Winnin' and it’s lookin’ like a blowout (Okay)
Pile up my paper, let it grow out (Yurr)
If It ain’t ‘bout no money I don’t go out (Okay)
I’m too geechy to be preachy, I just show out (Ay)
Winnin' and it’s lookin’ like a blowout (Okay)
Pile up my paper, let it grow out (Okay)
If It ain’t ‘bout no money I don’t go out (I don't go out)

[Verse]
I got way too many missed calls
Think your girlfriend going through her withdrawals
I do what I wanna, God gave me big balls
And some hoes that wanna cover 'em with lip gloss
Seen ‘em lookin’ at me crazy but I ain’t goof
Hood nigga, ain’t too many place I can't go
Tryna fit all of your friends in that Durango
I’m the only young nigga with a Kangol
Chain glow, hang low, scarin’ Anglos
In Chapala, tradin’ dollars for the pesos
Mama smell the marijuana on my besos
‘Bout to kill ‘em in my, “Nigga where they make those?”
Case closed, change clothes and time zones
She shook her neck and mind blown
Got the funky shit that make ‘em do the stank face
I ain’t chasin’ hoes, nigga, I’m at Chase Bank (Ay, ay)

[Pre-Chorus]
You in her DM, I’m in her mouth, we not the same
Flippin’ the form to heat the fire, I got the flame
Came with the gift and gab, been blessed with lots of game
Niggas be mad at me, they know I’m not the blame
You in her DM, I’m in her mouth, we not the same
Flippin’ the form to heat the fire, I got the flame
Came with the gift and gab, been blessed with lots of game
Niggas be mad at me, they know I’m not the blame (Hey, hey, hey, hey)

[Chorus]
Well I’m too geechy to be preachy, I just show out (Ay)
Winnin' and it’s lookin’ like a blowout (Okay)
Pile up my paper, let it grow out (Yurr)
If It ain’t ‘bout no money I don’t go out (Okay)
I’m too geechy to be preachy, I just show out (Ay)
Winnin' and it’s lookin’ like a blowout (Okay)
Pile up my paper, let it grow out (Okay)
If It ain’t ‘bout no money I don’t go out (I don't go out)

[Outro]
Well I'm too geechy-
But I'm too-
Well I'm too geechy
But I'm too geechy-
But I'm too-
But I'm too-but I'm too-but I'm too geechy-