Lil Mister – Orders

Lil Mister – Orders Lyrics

Artist: Lil Mister
Song: Orders

〈Intro〉
Montana, woah, woah
Turn up
Ay, I’m flipping this chicken

Flipping it, flipping it, flipping it, flipping it
Wiping this chicken
Whip it and whip it
I been whipping chickens, smell them ‘cross the border

My plug from out of town he ship them off from Florida (Hello?)
Damn, damn, damn
I think the feds be tryna record us (f#ck 12)
We ain’t going but my n*ggas gotta get them orders

Bad b#tches up in the trap
Shaking D in the kitchen, but we cooking crack
Damn, damn
Designer mix match

Money, be whipping them chickens, we count up a big sack
We count up a big sack
My n*ggas be on 75th with them big straps
And them big macs

You sneak diss on the squad you getting your sh#t whacked
We count up a big cheque
I’m thumbing through hundreds, running through hundreds, I’m getting that
Bands

These haters upset
These n*ggas is frauds, I’m f#cking they broads, I’m onto the next
I’m money stacking my profits
Them bands be too large for wallets

I ball out while n*ggas starving
〈.?.〉 up in the party
I’m smoking on that Bob Marley
Got b#tches geeked off the molly

They turn up, them hoes on folly
They ride me just like a Harley
Running, working the hobby
I’m flexing for paparazi

b#tches see me, they jocking
I’m smoking up on that brocoli
My plug, he be Italian, he shipping it straight from Cali’
Montana, the world is ours, I flip it within an hour

I been whipping chickens, smell them ‘cross the border
My plug from out of town he ship them off from Florida (Hello?)
Damn, damn, damn
I think the feds be tryna record us (f#ck 12)

We ain’t going but my n*ggas gotta get them orders
Bad b#tches up in the trap
Shaking D in the kitchen, but we cooking crack
Damn, damn

Designer mix match
Money, be whipping them chickens, we count up a big sack
〈Verse – Monnie G〉
Me and Montana counting big cheques

Thotianas on our dick just wanna give us neck
All my n#gg#s on the tec
All black, in the ‘Lac, on your block, blowing pack
Monnie G in the party

With dread head just Bob Marley
Got hoes geeked in the party
I never will cuff a thotty
Them bands got hoes jocking

Designer, but no Versace
A lot of n*ggas they copy, Monnie the trend topic
A lot of n*ggas, they sneak
A lot of n*ggas, they fake

Monnie G in the kitchen, I’m whipping, I’m getting cake
Finesse you right in your face
Serve you up foreign yay’
All my n*ggas trapping we do this sh#t everyday

I been whipping chickens, smell them ‘cross the border
My plug from out of town he ship them off from Florida (Hello?)
Damn, damn, damn
I think the feds be tryna record us (f#ck 12)

We ain’t going but my n*ggas gotta get them orders
Bad b#tches up in the trap
Shaking D in the kitchen, but we cooking crack
Damn, damn

Designer mix match
Money, be whipping them chickens, we count up a big sack
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Release Year: 2015