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ceo trayle - wtm lyrics

[intro]
(what’s happenin’, chi chi?)
ooh (yeah, yeah)
yeah (what’s happenin’, chi chi?, turn it up some more)
ooh, ooh (go)
yeah (backdoor), ooh (backdoor)
yeah (backdoor), yeah

[chorus]
i turn a b+tch on with this money, uh (i turn a b+tch on with this money)
i turn a b+tch on with this money, uh (i turn a b+tch on with this money)
i turn a b+tch on with this money, uh (i turn her on)
i turn a b+tch on with this money, uh (i turn her on)
i turn a b+tch on with these racks, uh (with these racks)
i turn a b+tch on with these racks, uh (with these racks)
i turn a b+tch on with these racks, uh (yeah, with these racks)
i turn a b+tch on with these racks (ayy, ayy)

[verse]
me and chi chi, we go back+to+back (back+to+back)
a highspeed in that maybach, it’s black (and skrrt)
in the trap all i know ’bout is packs (is packs)
know i make that b+tch wet with these racks (with these racks)
know i makе that b+tch squirt with this money (squirt)
i know these bеn franks make that b+tch mouth wet (mouth wet)
wanna f+ck, but i ain’t pop me no perc’ yet (no perc’ yet)
got the wave that these n+ggas ain’t surf yet (ain’t surf)
i’m not trustin’ these n+ggas or b+tches (nuh+uh)
what you spent on your shoes, ten+fifty? (ayy, ten+fifty)
ayy, ayy, it’s big backdoor, so it’s big business (big business)
back and forth with these racks like it’s tennis (back and forth)
i’m finna put this b+tch out, she a tenant (she a tenant)
ain’t finna pour this sh+t out, i’ma sip it (sip, ain’t gon’ pour)
ain’t finna put out this thoink, i’ma hit it (i ain’t do it)
ain’t finna stop for police, i’ma hit it (i’m hittin’)
i always knew that i’d be the biggest (the biggest)
been been knowing since the beginning (the beginning)
n+ggas gettin’ dizzy from all of this spinnin’ (graow)
lil’ bitty sh+t that you savin’, i spent it (spent it, spent it)
lil’ bitty b+tch that you savin’, i hit it (your b+tch)
uh, yeah, she let backdoor f+ck her mouth (yeah)
i had told that b+tch come to the house (to the spot)
i was hangin’ her head off the couch (off the couch)
pull up, go get the racks and i bounce (and pull up)
get another b+tch, bae, can you count? (can you do it?)
we in public, don’t say no amounts (for sure)
put the racks in the safe, no accounts (that’s cool)
she was watchin’ from two, three accounts (okay, cool)
the bad b+tch called me, said, “bring me an ounce” (bring me an ounce)
this sh+t like a robbery, four in and out (in and out)
this lil’ n+gga dodgin’, we k!llin’ him probably (we k!llin’ him probably)
the best at this sh+t, know i’m better, let’s argue it (better)
i’m way too a hundred, i don’t do it like y’all do it (nuh+uh)
these n+ggas ain’t see through it, n+gga, i saw through it (seen)
and we bbq’n it, i f+ck the stewardess
got f+cked on the plane, like, “we shouldn’t be doin’ this”
he don’t know backdoor, i just know that he new to this (uh+uh)
his b+tch throw a four, he don’t know, so he cool with it (cool, cool)
i give back the ho, she can go, i was through with it (give her back to him)
[chorus]
i turn a b+tch on with this money, uh (with this money)
i turn a b+tch on with this money, uh (with this money)
i turn a b+tch on with this money, uh (with this money)
i turn a b+tch on with this money, uh (i turn her on)
i turn a b+tch on with these racks, uh (with these racks)
i turn a b+tch on with these racks, uh (i turn her on)
i turn a b+tch on with these racks, uh (with these racks)
i turn a b+tch on with these racks (i turn her on, go)

- ceo trayle lyrics

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