O.T. Genasis - Automatic

Song Rating: 9.70/10

Song lyrics:

[Trey Songz:]
Money in my pocket, yeah, thats automatic (Automatic)
b**hes goin all in, yeah, thats automatic (Automatic)
With the smoke bullsh**, with the static
New b**h, new crib like a palace
Bad b**h 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 n***as came from that public housin (Automatic)

She get high, she could sniff a f**in mountain (Shorty wild)
Shawty squirt, body turn into a fountain (Automatic)
Im a boss, she was lost and I found her
Ass round, super cake so I pound her
Got my n***a wit me from the city, mane, yeah
Know Im f**in wit that Glizzy gang, yeah
Spend a bag, get them titties huge
While you at it, get that a** too-a** too

Money in my pocket, yeah, thats automatic (Automatic)
b**hes goin all in, yeah, thats automatic (Automatic)
With the smoke bullsh**, with the static
New b**h, new crib like a palace
Bad b**h 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 n***as came from that public housin (Automatic)

[O.T. Genasis:]
Move the trash, move the cash
Monster truck, move the dash
Foreign little b**h, shoes and bag
Skeet on her a**, 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 dont want no relation
I dont want none, the basic


Im bout to cum, shell taste it
I got the Rari racin
Im at the border chasin
I know they all are naked
Holes in my face, Im Jason

[Trey Songz:]
Money in my pocket, yeah, thats automatic (Automatic)
b**hes goin all in, yeah, thats automatic (Automatic)
With the smoke bullsh**, with the static
New b**h, new crib like a palace
Bad b**h 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 n***as came from that public housin (Automatic)

[Shy Glizzy:]
They cant f**in check me
Baby, tell me, is you ready?
They call me Young Jefe, b**h, if you wint never met me
Trey, he with them Glizzes, b**h, you know we Trigga happy
In LA with them bossy b**hes, b**h, stop bein petty
You never f**ed a dope boy, b**h, I sell that sh** so well
She in love with the coco, so I buy that b**h Chanel
And I just sent them rocks out to my n***as in them cells
b**h, pull up to my traphouse, tell me you will never tell
Lil momma full of joy, she say she like them bad boys
Said, b**h I like your booty, said she like my fast toy
You see these V-V-Ss, baby, make me buy more
b**h, please dont miss your blessin, its the f**in trap lord

[Trey Songz:]
Money in my pocket, yeah, thats automatic (Automatic)
b**hes goin all in, yeah, thats automatic (Automatic)
With the smoke bullsh**, with the static
New b**h, new crib like a palace
Bad b**h 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 n***as came from that public housin (Automatic)

Date of text publication: 17.01.2021 at 02:35