LuvAndreas - Last Lyrics

Yeah, I mean
You already know how I'm rockin' with it
Money in the bag, cash up on my dash
Ay
Money in the bag, cash up on my dash
I just made a rack
Sold some fuckin' tracks
I'm up on the map, Imma fuckin' last
Man you know I'm back
Peppers with the sack
With the sack
Imma last
I'm a hack
Like I'm Shaq
Imma last
Imma last
I been, alone woah woah
I been, up in my zone woah
She been, up on my phone
I know, I should've boned
But too late, so I'm goin' home
And she's bait, and now it's known
And she hates, smelling my cologne
So she waits, while I kill my foes
Money in the bag, cash up on my dash
I just made a rack
Sold some fuckin' tracks
I'm up on the map, Imma fuckin' last
Man you know I'm back
Peppers with the sack
With the sack
Imma last
I'm a hack
Like I'm Shaq
Imma last
Imma last
She likes me 'cuz guess who made her?
She's that way 'cuz I'm her maker
She wants me 'cuz I'm her flavor
She loves me 'cuz I make paper, yeah ay
She loves me 'cuz I make paper, yeah ay
Ay ay
Baby girl wait 'til I leave the booth
Then I'll get the whip and I'll move like zoom
I'll be there in like a minute or two
I hope you ain't nasty so clean your room
Shorty you know that I love your perfume
Hoping one day that I'll be your groom
Wifey material
Making me breakfast
Other than cereal
I gotta mention
We got no tension
She is perfection
Give her attention like I'm kissing her ass
Quick intervention
This the extension
Imma make it baby, I wanna last
She wanna fly, she wanna ride
She need a guide, so I'll be her guy
She picked my side, we gon' abide
She'll be my bride, like it's Bonny and Clyde
Money in the bag, cash up on my dash
I just made a rack
Sold some fuckin' tracks
I'm up on the map, Imma fuckin' last
Man you know I'm back
Peppers with the sack
With the sack
Imma last
I'm a hack
Like I'm Shaq
Imma last
Imma last

Yeah, I mean
You already know how I'm rockin' with it
Money in the bag, cash up on my dash
Ay
Money in the bag, cash up on my dash
I just made a rack
Sold some fuckin' tracks
I'm up on the map, Imma fuckin' last
Man you know I'm back
Peppers with the sack
With the sack
Imma last
I'm a hack
Like I'm Shaq
Imma last
Imma last
I been, alone woah woah
I been, up in my zone woah
She been, up on my phone
I know, I should've boned
But too late, so I'm goin' home
And she's bait, and now it's known
And she hates, smelling my cologne
So she waits, while I kill my foes
Money in the bag, cash up on my dash
I just made a rack
Sold some fuckin' tracks
I'm up on the map, Imma fuckin' last
Man you know I'm back
Peppers with the sack
With the sack
Imma last
I'm a hack
Like I'm Shaq
Imma last
Imma last
She likes me 'cuz guess who made her?
She's that way 'cuz I'm her maker
She wants me 'cuz I'm her flavor
She loves me 'cuz I make paper, yeah ay
She loves me 'cuz I make paper, yeah ay
Ay ay
Baby girl wait 'til I leave the booth
Then I'll get the whip and I'll move like zoom
I'll be there in like a minute or two
I hope you ain't nasty so clean your room
Shorty you know that I love your perfume
Hoping one day that I'll be your groom
Wifey material
Making me breakfast
Other than cereal
I gotta mention
We got no tension
She is perfection
Give her attention like I'm kissing her ass
Quick intervention
This the extension
Imma make it baby, I wanna last
She wanna fly, she wanna ride
She need a guide, so I'll be her guy
She picked my side, we gon' abide
She'll be my bride, like it's Bonny and Clyde
Money in the bag, cash up on my dash
I just made a rack
Sold some fuckin' tracks
I'm up on the map, Imma fuckin' last
Man you know I'm back
Peppers with the sack
With the sack
Imma last
I'm a hack
Like I'm Shaq
Imma last
Imma last