Write a Book Songtext
von OT7 Quanny

(D-D-Damn Machu, what you have to do ′em like that?)

You wanna write a book, "How to get cash," call up OT (call up OT)
Pulled up with a bitch, look like Angelina Jolie (Angelina Jolie)
I just poured a three plus one in a Faygo (in a Faygo)
Lil' broski gettin′ that bag, strapped like Jango (strapped like Jango)
Hundreds, hundreds, money, money, that's how my day go (that's how my day go)
I came in the house, and my bitch said I smell like a bankroll (bankroll, bankroll)
I can chase the guap, nigga, why would I chase hoes? (Bankroll, bankroll)
All this cash in my pocket, I feel like a walkin′ bank
Got the Glocky, it hit harder than that boxin′ nigga tank (paow, paow, paow)

If I can't get the guap, then I can′t even go to sleep
I run that bag up faster than the wide receiver for the Chiefs (run it up, run it up)
I won't go inside the club, unlеss the FN is go in
And 30 niggas strapped outside my housе, it look just like Sosa crib (it look just like Sosa crib)
Money, money, cash, shit you know that′s all I got (that's all I got)
Bust down, bust down, bust down watch (bust down watch)
Had the kick the bitch out, she keep askin′ me 'bout pop (she keep askin' me)


You wanna write a book, "How to get cash," call up OT (call up OT)
Pulled up with a bitch, look like Angelina Jolie (Angelina Jolie)
I just poured a three plus one in a Faygo (in a Faygo)
Lil′ broski gettin′ that bag, strapped like Jango (strapped like Jango)
Hundreds, hundreds, money, money, that's how my day go (that′s how my day go)
I came in the house and my bitch said I smell like a bankroll (bankroll, bankroll)
I can chase the guap, nigga, why would I chase hoes? (Bankroll, bankroll)

I asked her who she like, and she said OT her favorite
She just wanna fuck me, and you know I'm okay with it
I got points like Mike (like Mike), call me OT Calvin Cambridge
I just ran up a fuckin′ hundred, Wilt Chamberlain (Wilt Chamberlain)
Why you keep on askin' questions? Bro, you suspicious
I just left Louie, had to sneak in a biscuit
She asked me can I eat the box? You know that that shit dead

Baby girl, come here, just give me your head
I thought that you was gettin′ guap, why you talk from the sidelines?
(Why you talk from the sidelines?)
Dick ridin', cheerleadin', you need some pom, poms (you need some pom, poms)
Lil′ broski in the back, he′ll turn you to ZaZa (turn you to ZaZa)
I'm just tryna leave with a chip like Bron, Bron (Bron, Bron)
Different colors on my wrist, shit like a tie-dye (shit like a tie-dye)
Bitch, I′m gettin' money, why the fuck would I be stressed?


We gon′ put you on the list, pussy boy, you gon' be next
Tell lil′ broski, "Shoot that nigga," I don't know just what he on
I'm the youngest nigga doin′ this shit, felt like Pat Mahomes (felt like Pat Mahomes)
Fuck a Rolls-Royce, treat the ′Cat like a Beamer (fuck a Rolls-Royce)
I ain't tryna fight, pussy boy, feel this Nina (pussy boy, feel this Nina)
I′ma shoot this bitch, until it's Gilbert Arenas
(I′ma shoot this bitch, until it's Gilbert Arenas) until it′s Gilbert Arenas

You wanna write a book, "How to get cash," call up OT (call up OT)
Pulled up with a bitch, look like Angelina Jolie (Angelina Jolie)
I just poured a three plus one in a Faygo (in a Faygo)
Lil' broski gettin' that bag, strapped like Jango (strapped like Jango)
Hundreds, hundreds, money, money, that′s how my day go (that′s how my day go)
I came in the house, and my bitch said I smell like a bankroll (bankroll, bankroll)
I can chase the guap, nigga, why would I chase hoes? (Bankroll, bankroll)
All this cash in my pocket, I feel like a walkin' bank
Got the Glocky, it hit harder than that boxin′ nigga tank (paow, paow, paow) (nigga tank)

(What you have to do 'em like that?)