Automatic (feat. O.T. Genasis & Shy Glizzy)

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Money in my pocket, yeah, that's automatic (Automatic)
 Bitches goin' all in, yeah, that's automatic (Automatic)
 With the smoke bullshit, with the static
 New bitch, new crib like a palace
 Bad bitch on the carpet, Aladdin (Automatic)
 Baby ride it like a horse, she a stallion (Automatic)
 Two-fifty on the chain and medallion (Automatic)
 All my niggas came from that public housin' (Automatic)
 She get high, she could sniff a fuckin' mountain (Shorty wild)
 Shawty squirt, body turn into a fountain (Automatic)
 I'm a boss, she was lost and I found her
 Ass round, super cake so I pound her
 Got my nigga wit' me from the city, mane, yeah
 Know I'm fuckin' wit' that Glizzy gang, yeah
 Spend a bag, get them titties huge
 While you at it, get that ass too-ass too
 Money in my pocket, yeah, that's automatic (Automatic)
 Bitches goin' all in, yeah, that's automatic (Automatic)
 With the smoke bullshit, with the static
 New bitch, new crib like a palace
 Bad bitch on the carpet, Aladdin (Automatic)
 Baby ride it like a horse, she a stallion (Automatic)
 Two-fifty on the chain and medallion (Automatic)
 All my niggas came from that public housin' (Automatic)
 Move the trash, move the cash
 Monster truck, move the dash
 Foreign little bitch, shoes and bag
 Skeet on her ass, who the dad?
 Racks on me, packs on me
 Pill rollin', crafts on me
 Took her to the crib bet she tapped on me
 Pulled her hair now I got tracks on me
 No replacin', I don't want no relation
 I don't want none, the basic
 I'm 'bout to cum, she'll taste it
 I got the 'Rari racin'
 I'm at the border chasin'
 I know they all are naked
 Holes in my face, I'm Jason
 Money in my pocket, yeah, that's automatic (Automatic)
 Bitches goin' all in, yeah, that's automatic (Automatic)
 With the smoke bullshit, with the static
 New bitch, new crib like a palace
 Bad bitch on the carpet, Aladdin (Automatic)
 Baby ride it like a horse, she a stallion (Automatic)
 Two-fifty on the chain and medallion (Automatic)
 All my niggas came from that public housin' (Automatic)
 They can't fuckin' check me
 Baby, tell me, is you ready?
 They call me Young Jefe, bitch, if you win't never met me
 Trey, he with them Glizzes, bitch, you know we Trigga happy
 In LA with them bossy bitches, bitch, stop bein' petty
 You never fucked a dope boy, bitch, I sell that shit so well
 She in love with the coco, so I buy that bitch Chanel
 And I just sent them rocks out to my niggas in them cells
 Bitch, pull up to my traphouse, tell me you will never tell
 Lil' momma full of joy, she say she like them bad boys
 Said, "Bitch I like your booty," said she like my fast toy
 You see these V-V-S's, baby, make me buy more
 Bitch, please don't miss your blessin', it's the fuckin' trap lord
 Money in my pocket, yeah, that's automatic (Automatic)
 Bitches goin' all in, yeah, that's automatic (Automatic)
 With the smoke bullshit, with the static
 New bitch, new crib like a palace
 Bad bitch on the carpet, Aladdin (Automatic)
 Baby ride it like a horse, she a stallion (Automatic)
 Two-fifty on the chain and medallion (Automatic)
 All my niggas came from that public housin' (Automatic)
 

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Duration
03:40
Key
5
Tempo
150 BPM

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