Boog - 22 (Deuce Deuce) Lyrics

I need some mo money
Ran up my racks say I act funny
These niggas don’t know money
They fumble the bag cause they so clumsy
Chasing a bag til four some
I do the dash like I stole some
I'm feelin' good I might blow some
I might knock her down fee fye fo fum
I need a bag I’m serious
Gimme that neck since you on yo period
Whole lotta ass I’m curious
If I hit dat shit once will I act delirious
Shorty the bomb like Syria
I’m eatin' cereal while smokin on cereal
Got new drip hadda change da material
I keep my circle tighter a cheerio 
Now I’m a problem child, look how niggas had started out
I hadda thug it out, niggas thought I wouldn’t make it out
Now I be ballin out, fuckin' all my bitches doggy style
I know it’s been a while, since I came around to put it down
I want money, i’on want no clout
I call her park, since I knock it out
She gone come back without a doubt
She like boogie put it in my mouth
Cause this money make her horny
This money make her adore me
She wanna ride, pony
But I’m playin games, Sony
I’m droppin' bags on a regular
She want dick gotta set it up
Text my phone then I schedule her
She on her knees so I’m blessin her
Now I gotta talk my shit
I’m runnin' up bags and I copped some mo drip
You know I’m gone pop my shit
I'm rollin' up woods in a brand new whip
I know I can fuck his bitch
She fuck with a nigga cause I'm on my shit
She wanna chase a relationship
I told her get down with the entanglement
Yeah I'm done with the basic shit
Like look at this goofy can’t load the clip
Hold the shit
Blow the shit
Light his ass up and we smokin' shit
I wanna fuck til the morning
Love when you scream, it boost my performance
She said it’s wet, I don’t need a warning
Shooters shoot, and imma keep scoring
I drop a bag on the worst days
Send some love, it’s my birthday
I keep a deuce deuce on most days
I'm runnin' up bag in my Dolce's
Applying pressure like I’m posed to
I wanna win with my whole crew
These hunnits on me, they Nipsey blue
And bitch I’m lit I just turned twenty two

I need some mo money
Ran up my racks say I act funny
These niggas don’t know money
They fumble the bag cause they so clumsy
Chasing a bag til four some
I do the dash like I stole some
I'm feelin' good I might blow some
I might knock her down fee fye fo fum
I need a bag I’m serious
Gimme that neck since you on yo period
Whole lotta ass I’m curious
If I hit dat shit once will I act delirious
Shorty the bomb like Syria
I’m eatin' cereal while smokin on cereal
Got new drip hadda change da material
I keep my circle tighter a cheerio 
Now I’m a problem child, look how niggas had started out
I hadda thug it out, niggas thought I wouldn’t make it out
Now I be ballin out, fuckin' all my bitches doggy style
I know it’s been a while, since I came around to put it down
I want money, i’on want no clout
I call her park, since I knock it out
She gone come back without a doubt
She like boogie put it in my mouth
Cause this money make her horny
This money make her adore me
She wanna ride, pony
But I’m playin games, Sony
I’m droppin' bags on a regular
She want dick gotta set it up
Text my phone then I schedule her
She on her knees so I’m blessin her
Now I gotta talk my shit
I’m runnin' up bags and I copped some mo drip
You know I’m gone pop my shit
I'm rollin' up woods in a brand new whip
I know I can fuck his bitch
She fuck with a nigga cause I'm on my shit
She wanna chase a relationship
I told her get down with the entanglement
Yeah I'm done with the basic shit
Like look at this goofy can’t load the clip
Hold the shit
Blow the shit
Light his ass up and we smokin' shit
I wanna fuck til the morning
Love when you scream, it boost my performance
She said it’s wet, I don’t need a warning
Shooters shoot, and imma keep scoring
I drop a bag on the worst days
Send some love, it’s my birthday
I keep a deuce deuce on most days
I'm runnin' up bag in my Dolce's
Applying pressure like I’m posed to
I wanna win with my whole crew
These hunnits on me, they Nipsey blue
And bitch I’m lit I just turned twenty two