It's Neva to late
I'm moving this weight
Yeah bitch I'm focused on the paper
Boy don't be a hero
You need a cape
Boy Don't get shot up in yo face
These bitches so bad
I'm making em mad
By this money that I make
I run up them racks
I run it up fast
Yeah bitch I'm on the paper chase
Cooking up in the lab
Yea Im in my bag
Man I Was just chillin with Rae
Bitch don't even ask
Yeah im doing bad
Cause my brothers locked inside a cage
I'm loosing my mind
And nobody noticed
Felt like a walked threw a maze
Way deeper than stress
I got so much pain
I'm filling my blunt up with haze
Been up for some days
I'm making these plays
Man I feel like I'm going crazy
Take that shit to the face
Pour it up in my cup
I think it got me going lazy
Totting copped like the navy
Yuh
Roll a backwood gotta face it
Yuh
You a goofy gotta face it
Yuh
I get the money imma chase it
Woah
Watch me go grip on my pole
You run up I'm letting it blow
I love you I'm letting you know
But na
No
I cannot love on no hoe
I can't f*ck with her cause
She doing the most
I'm sippin this drank
Got me moving real slow
But take a step back
I'mma shoot at your fro
This glock get to dumpin
You better get low
You talk on my boys
I'm declaring a war
I gave her the world
But she asking for more
F*ck do you mean
I can't love on no whore
You talkin real goofy
I'm upping the score
I'm on the road
I'mma go take a trip out to cali
And go meet the plug by the shore
She want the gucci
The Christian Dior
I'm loving the money
I want me some more
I'mma go get me a bag
For all of the times
I had to go sleep on the floor
I'mma get high imma
Pour me a Four
I got so much pain
That I got to ignore
Seen so much shit
That my eyes feeling sore
If you talk on my brothers
I'll kick down your door
Yeah that bitch did me bad
Hurt me down to my core
You said you'd be mine
You said that you swore
I've been f*cked up in my life So bad
That I don't know if I can Love anymore
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It's Neva to late
I'm moving this weight
Yeah bitch I'm focused on the paper
Boy don't be a hero
You need a cape
Boy Don't get shot up in yo face
These bitches so bad
I'm making em mad
By this money that I make
I run up them racks
I run it up fast
Yeah bitch I'm on the paper chase
Cooking up in the lab
Yea Im in my bag
Man I Was just chillin with Rae
Bitch don't even ask
Yeah im doing bad
Cause my brothers locked inside a cage
I'm loosing my mind
And nobody noticed
Felt like a walked threw a maze
Way deeper than stress
I got so much pain
I'm filling my blunt up with haze
Been up for some days
I'm making these plays
Man I feel like I'm going crazy
Take that shit to the face
Pour it up in my cup
I think it got me going lazy
Totting copped like the navy
Yuh
Roll a backwood gotta face it
Yuh
You a goofy gotta face it
Yuh
I get the money imma chase it
Woah
Watch me go grip on my pole
You run up I'm letting it blow
I love you I'm letting you know
But na
No
I cannot love on no hoe
I can't f*ck with her cause
She doing the most
I'm sippin this drank
Got me moving real slow
But take a step back
I'mma shoot at your fro
This glock get to dumpin
You better get low
You talk on my boys
I'm declaring a war
I gave her the world
But she asking for more
F*ck do you mean
I can't love on no whore
You talkin real goofy
I'm upping the score
I'm on the road
I'mma go take a trip out to cali
And go meet the plug by the shore
She want the gucci
The Christian Dior
I'm loving the money
I want me some more
I'mma go get me a bag
For all of the times
I had to go sleep on the floor
I'mma get high imma
Pour me a Four
I got so much pain
That I got to ignore
Seen so much shit
That my eyes feeling sore
If you talk on my brothers
I'll kick down your door
Yeah that bitch did me bad
Hurt me down to my core
You said you'd be mine
You said that you swore
I've been f*cked up in my life So bad
That I don't know if I can Love anymore
I'm moving this weight
Yeah bitch I'm focused on the paper
Boy don't be a hero
You need a cape
Boy Don't get shot up in yo face
These bitches so bad
I'm making em mad
By this money that I make
I run up them racks
I run it up fast
Yeah bitch I'm on the paper chase
Cooking up in the lab
Yea Im in my bag
Man I Was just chillin with Rae
Bitch don't even ask
Yeah im doing bad
Cause my brothers locked inside a cage
I'm loosing my mind
And nobody noticed
Felt like a walked threw a maze
Way deeper than stress
I got so much pain
I'm filling my blunt up with haze
Been up for some days
I'm making these plays
Man I feel like I'm going crazy
Take that shit to the face
Pour it up in my cup
I think it got me going lazy
Totting copped like the navy
Yuh
Roll a backwood gotta face it
Yuh
You a goofy gotta face it
Yuh
I get the money imma chase it
Woah
Watch me go grip on my pole
You run up I'm letting it blow
I love you I'm letting you know
But na
No
I cannot love on no hoe
I can't f*ck with her cause
She doing the most
I'm sippin this drank
Got me moving real slow
But take a step back
I'mma shoot at your fro
This glock get to dumpin
You better get low
You talk on my boys
I'm declaring a war
I gave her the world
But she asking for more
F*ck do you mean
I can't love on no whore
You talkin real goofy
I'm upping the score
I'm on the road
I'mma go take a trip out to cali
And go meet the plug by the shore
She want the gucci
The Christian Dior
I'm loving the money
I want me some more
I'mma go get me a bag
For all of the times
I had to go sleep on the floor
I'mma get high imma
Pour me a Four
I got so much pain
That I got to ignore
Seen so much shit
That my eyes feeling sore
If you talk on my brothers
I'll kick down your door
Yeah that bitch did me bad
Hurt me down to my core
You said you'd be mine
You said that you swore
I've been f*cked up in my life So bad
That I don't know if I can Love anymore
Writer: Anthony Myers
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid