I'm bouta jump the house
Just like the beat
Let it bounce
Niggas ain't f*cking with me
I'm in a whole other league
Saucing is still guaranteed
I put a lot on my back
F*ck all that talk lemme snap
They asking like how I do that?
Yea They get on my nerves
I might have to curve
Ain't look like my bitch
So you know I might swerve
Cmoney you got it that shit is word
Dropping again I might f*ck up sum plans
Way too appealing
They all understand.
She left me geeked
Like I don't do the Xans
Telling my shawty to do it again
And again and again
Hold up hold up hold up
Hold up hold up hold up
Hold up
It's a party right there show up
Whatever goes down better go up
Still underground how I blow up?
Niggas keep talking
They know us
My pockets full ain't throwing my 4s up
No
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
I'm bouta jump out the house
Tell how much could you count
I'm bouta jump out the house
Tell how much could you count
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
I'm bouta jump out the house
Tell how much could you count
I'm bouta jump out the house
Tell how much could you count
Yo
I'm bouta jump out the house
Talking down
I'ma run in his house
Heard your OG snitchin
He a mouse
I'm just tryna tell ya
What I'm bout
Do my thing
I would run a whole crowd
Niggas hated
They ain't hating now
Bitch said she love me
But I don't know how
Pop my shit
I've been feeling myself
I spent a cool
Little band on my fit
She say that she hate me
I don't give a shit
I just hop on my mic
And I go make a hit
I know they ain't
Making no sense
If I double my money
Need a second bitch
I know what to do
I went and took that risk
I've been f*cking these hoes
Don't need to keep a list damn
Yea
Cmon
Cmon
It's your favorite bitch
That I'm gon cum on
Boy you my son
Get this guap
And run on
Cmon
Cmon
At the top
And they act like they don't know
Bitch I'm moody
Ain't taking no photos
Niggas watching our come up
Like we had a go pro
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
I'm bouta jump out the house
Tell how much could you count
I'm bouta jump out the house
Tell how much could you count
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
I'm bouta jump out the house
Tell how much could you count
I'm bouta jump out the house
Tell how much could you count
Cmoneyy2j - CMON! (feat. Lil Kruddy) Lyrics
Cmoneyy2j - CMON! (feat. Lil Kruddy) Lyrics
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I'm bouta jump the house
Just like the beat
Let it bounce
Niggas ain't f*cking with me
I'm in a whole other league
Saucing is still guaranteed
I put a lot on my back
F*ck all that talk lemme snap
They asking like how I do that?
Yea They get on my nerves
I might have to curve
Ain't look like my bitch
So you know I might swerve
Cmoney you got it that shit is word
Dropping again I might f*ck up sum plans
Way too appealing
They all understand.
She left me geeked
Like I don't do the Xans
Telling my shawty to do it again
And again and again
Hold up hold up hold up
Hold up hold up hold up
Hold up
It's a party right there show up
Whatever goes down better go up
Still underground how I blow up?
Niggas keep talking
They know us
My pockets full ain't throwing my 4s up
No
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
I'm bouta jump out the house
Tell how much could you count
I'm bouta jump out the house
Tell how much could you count
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
I'm bouta jump out the house
Tell how much could you count
I'm bouta jump out the house
Tell how much could you count
Yo
I'm bouta jump out the house
Talking down
I'ma run in his house
Heard your OG snitchin
He a mouse
I'm just tryna tell ya
What I'm bout
Do my thing
I would run a whole crowd
Niggas hated
They ain't hating now
Bitch said she love me
But I don't know how
Pop my shit
I've been feeling myself
I spent a cool
Little band on my fit
She say that she hate me
I don't give a shit
I just hop on my mic
And I go make a hit
I know they ain't
Making no sense
If I double my money
Need a second bitch
I know what to do
I went and took that risk
I've been f*cking these hoes
Don't need to keep a list damn
Yea
Cmon
Cmon
It's your favorite bitch
That I'm gon cum on
Boy you my son
Get this guap
And run on
Cmon
Cmon
At the top
And they act like they don't know
Bitch I'm moody
Ain't taking no photos
Niggas watching our come up
Like we had a go pro
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
I'm bouta jump out the house
Tell how much could you count
I'm bouta jump out the house
Tell how much could you count
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
I'm bouta jump out the house
Tell how much could you count
I'm bouta jump out the house
Tell how much could you count
Just like the beat
Let it bounce
Niggas ain't f*cking with me
I'm in a whole other league
Saucing is still guaranteed
I put a lot on my back
F*ck all that talk lemme snap
They asking like how I do that?
Yea They get on my nerves
I might have to curve
Ain't look like my bitch
So you know I might swerve
Cmoney you got it that shit is word
Dropping again I might f*ck up sum plans
Way too appealing
They all understand.
She left me geeked
Like I don't do the Xans
Telling my shawty to do it again
And again and again
Hold up hold up hold up
Hold up hold up hold up
Hold up
It's a party right there show up
Whatever goes down better go up
Still underground how I blow up?
Niggas keep talking
They know us
My pockets full ain't throwing my 4s up
No
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
I'm bouta jump out the house
Tell how much could you count
I'm bouta jump out the house
Tell how much could you count
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
I'm bouta jump out the house
Tell how much could you count
I'm bouta jump out the house
Tell how much could you count
Yo
I'm bouta jump out the house
Talking down
I'ma run in his house
Heard your OG snitchin
He a mouse
I'm just tryna tell ya
What I'm bout
Do my thing
I would run a whole crowd
Niggas hated
They ain't hating now
Bitch said she love me
But I don't know how
Pop my shit
I've been feeling myself
I spent a cool
Little band on my fit
She say that she hate me
I don't give a shit
I just hop on my mic
And I go make a hit
I know they ain't
Making no sense
If I double my money
Need a second bitch
I know what to do
I went and took that risk
I've been f*cking these hoes
Don't need to keep a list damn
Yea
Cmon
Cmon
It's your favorite bitch
That I'm gon cum on
Boy you my son
Get this guap
And run on
Cmon
Cmon
At the top
And they act like they don't know
Bitch I'm moody
Ain't taking no photos
Niggas watching our come up
Like we had a go pro
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
I'm bouta jump out the house
Tell how much could you count
I'm bouta jump out the house
Tell how much could you count
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
Cmon
I'm bouta jump out the house
Tell how much could you count
I'm bouta jump out the house
Tell how much could you count
Writer: Cosey Nweke, Tylor Davis
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid