Tell them hatin a** n*ggas get they money up
Bad b*tches wan come wit us
I kill tracks til they run wit us
I'm tryna keep the hood bouncing like a bunjee jump
I got
Niggas tryna rumble me
All because they b*tches wanna f*ck with me
Keep a 22 up in my l-e-v's
I pull the trigger knock a n*gga out of his sneaks
We need money to burn
Whip these whips like its butter to churn
Buy that whip for my brother to turn so he can sh*t on all the niggas that was hatin before
I'm bossin these n*ggas fraudin of course I'm wheel the Porsche and its gorgeous
When I peel off they applaud and then call me awesome
If I got a problem
KO chalk em hit em with that chopper
That thing black just like Obama
Bitch I'm the bomb
Me no Osama
TeamAmatic go dot com us
My account got multiple commas
Like my bullets wearing condoms
They don't give a f*ck bout who they lodged in
Rollin on that ganja
Smoking on the finest
I aint got no idols
But I got philly behind us
A on my left
Rich Celeb on my right
KO in the back
Bet if he snap we starting a riot
I see it they want it I go buy it
No convo for no liars
Loubotin on my kicks and I got 28s in my tires
I grip ya chick wit no pliers
I flip a b*tch without tryin
You step to me outta pocket you swim with the fishes or n*gga your flyin
My whip color horizon
You can't see who inside it
Real n*ggas don't gossip
I'm about business
Not wit the nonsense
I was taught to chase paper
Never let the shit make ya
Never let the shit change ya
Bitch that's word to my banger bow
I'm a take off when I face off any n*gga tryna play hard get the saudoff
Or his b*tch get her left arm sawed off
Then I speed off in an off white 4 door
When I spit its like a mac eleven goin off
Makin n*ggas panic like a car alarm goin off
Got money nigga I aint tryna buy the bar
Walk up in the mall and tell the owner ima buy it all
I aint got nuffin to prove
Sh*t ya own bitch said she aint f*ckin with you
Now you crying talking bout she meant something to you
Now she give more brain den a teacher at school
N*ggas gone hate on me
So I walk around the city wit a shank on me
And I'm always wit my n*ggas but they play low key
Just a case a n*gga draw it aint no case on me
What it is what it do n*gga
Who am I you should know
Who are you n*gga
I'm working hard doin my thing
What you do n*gga
I'm on fire like the muf*ckin roof n*gga
How you stuntin why you frontin talking bout onions you aint got nothing
N*ggas be blunted smoking on something sh*t I be huntin
F*ck up my money
Bullets be dumpin
Hittin ya dumpling
Fillin yo stomach
Sh*t I may not be the best
But I'm the hottest in the country
Who want it
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Tell them hatin a** n*ggas get they money up
Bad b*tches wan come wit us
I kill tracks til they run wit us
I'm tryna keep the hood bouncing like a bunjee jump
I got
Niggas tryna rumble me
All because they b*tches wanna f*ck with me
Keep a 22 up in my l-e-v's
I pull the trigger knock a n*gga out of his sneaks
We need money to burn
Whip these whips like its butter to churn
Buy that whip for my brother to turn so he can sh*t on all the niggas that was hatin before
I'm bossin these n*ggas fraudin of course I'm wheel the Porsche and its gorgeous
When I peel off they applaud and then call me awesome
If I got a problem
KO chalk em hit em with that chopper
That thing black just like Obama
Bitch I'm the bomb
Me no Osama
TeamAmatic go dot com us
My account got multiple commas
Like my bullets wearing condoms
They don't give a f*ck bout who they lodged in
Rollin on that ganja
Smoking on the finest
I aint got no idols
But I got philly behind us
A on my left
Rich Celeb on my right
KO in the back
Bet if he snap we starting a riot
I see it they want it I go buy it
No convo for no liars
Loubotin on my kicks and I got 28s in my tires
I grip ya chick wit no pliers
I flip a b*tch without tryin
You step to me outta pocket you swim with the fishes or n*gga your flyin
My whip color horizon
You can't see who inside it
Real n*ggas don't gossip
I'm about business
Not wit the nonsense
I was taught to chase paper
Never let the shit make ya
Never let the shit change ya
Bitch that's word to my banger bow
I'm a take off when I face off any n*gga tryna play hard get the saudoff
Or his b*tch get her left arm sawed off
Then I speed off in an off white 4 door
When I spit its like a mac eleven goin off
Makin n*ggas panic like a car alarm goin off
Got money nigga I aint tryna buy the bar
Walk up in the mall and tell the owner ima buy it all
I aint got nuffin to prove
Sh*t ya own bitch said she aint f*ckin with you
Now you crying talking bout she meant something to you
Now she give more brain den a teacher at school
N*ggas gone hate on me
So I walk around the city wit a shank on me
And I'm always wit my n*ggas but they play low key
Just a case a n*gga draw it aint no case on me
What it is what it do n*gga
Who am I you should know
Who are you n*gga
I'm working hard doin my thing
What you do n*gga
I'm on fire like the muf*ckin roof n*gga
How you stuntin why you frontin talking bout onions you aint got nothing
N*ggas be blunted smoking on something sh*t I be huntin
F*ck up my money
Bullets be dumpin
Hittin ya dumpling
Fillin yo stomach
Sh*t I may not be the best
But I'm the hottest in the country
Who want it
Bad b*tches wan come wit us
I kill tracks til they run wit us
I'm tryna keep the hood bouncing like a bunjee jump
I got
Niggas tryna rumble me
All because they b*tches wanna f*ck with me
Keep a 22 up in my l-e-v's
I pull the trigger knock a n*gga out of his sneaks
We need money to burn
Whip these whips like its butter to churn
Buy that whip for my brother to turn so he can sh*t on all the niggas that was hatin before
I'm bossin these n*ggas fraudin of course I'm wheel the Porsche and its gorgeous
When I peel off they applaud and then call me awesome
If I got a problem
KO chalk em hit em with that chopper
That thing black just like Obama
Bitch I'm the bomb
Me no Osama
TeamAmatic go dot com us
My account got multiple commas
Like my bullets wearing condoms
They don't give a f*ck bout who they lodged in
Rollin on that ganja
Smoking on the finest
I aint got no idols
But I got philly behind us
A on my left
Rich Celeb on my right
KO in the back
Bet if he snap we starting a riot
I see it they want it I go buy it
No convo for no liars
Loubotin on my kicks and I got 28s in my tires
I grip ya chick wit no pliers
I flip a b*tch without tryin
You step to me outta pocket you swim with the fishes or n*gga your flyin
My whip color horizon
You can't see who inside it
Real n*ggas don't gossip
I'm about business
Not wit the nonsense
I was taught to chase paper
Never let the shit make ya
Never let the shit change ya
Bitch that's word to my banger bow
I'm a take off when I face off any n*gga tryna play hard get the saudoff
Or his b*tch get her left arm sawed off
Then I speed off in an off white 4 door
When I spit its like a mac eleven goin off
Makin n*ggas panic like a car alarm goin off
Got money nigga I aint tryna buy the bar
Walk up in the mall and tell the owner ima buy it all
I aint got nuffin to prove
Sh*t ya own bitch said she aint f*ckin with you
Now you crying talking bout she meant something to you
Now she give more brain den a teacher at school
N*ggas gone hate on me
So I walk around the city wit a shank on me
And I'm always wit my n*ggas but they play low key
Just a case a n*gga draw it aint no case on me
What it is what it do n*gga
Who am I you should know
Who are you n*gga
I'm working hard doin my thing
What you do n*gga
I'm on fire like the muf*ckin roof n*gga
How you stuntin why you frontin talking bout onions you aint got nothing
N*ggas be blunted smoking on something sh*t I be huntin
F*ck up my money
Bullets be dumpin
Hittin ya dumpling
Fillin yo stomach
Sh*t I may not be the best
But I'm the hottest in the country
Who want it
Writer: Tiarra Jackson
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