Uh, I'm up making plays while other niggas sleep
You don't gotta ask, Rafs is on my feet
I been chasing dreams, feel like I signed to Meek
I can grab a fit or cash out on some sneaks
Watch your step, these Raf Simons, they not cheap
My chick so thorough, she gon' ride just like a Jeep
These niggas broke, they cappin
I get flyer than Aladdin
Money come faster than rabbits
One thing about me, I'm not average
Designer on all of my fabrics
Remember the money was slow as molasses
But that is the past tense
I'm killin' these niggas, so pick out a casket
Niggas be faggots
You got the pole, but I know you won't blast it
I'm not with the chatting
I'm stretching this money, ain't talking elastics
You not the plug, you play the middle
No referee, but I'm official
My head is always on a swivel
Think she a dime, she just a nickel
I play it smart, I use my wisdom
I don't miss shots, I'm in a rhythm Don't do too much, I keep it simple
Don't throw no shots if you gon' miss 'em
Uh, you talk it, I live it
How you gon' beef but don't got no chicken?
My drip is expensive
I'm prepping my journey to the road to riches
I'm really running up digits
Your money short as a midget
Niggas washed like dishes
The clip on these hammers extended
Ain't a killer, but don't get me tempted
Cause you can catch bullets like Witten
I depend on myself, I'm dependent
I been stacking way more than I'm spending
Feel like Master P, I got no limit
I'm just playing the cards I was given
Bren Bucks Chamberlain hot as a skillet
I'm balling, I need competition
I'm just playing my position
No more losing it's time to start winning
Keep it real from the start to the finish
Got a girlfriend, I don't need a mistress
I be sinning but ask for forgiveness
I'm grinding and God is my witness Polo Tee and you know it's the slim fit
I move to the paper with quickness
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Uh, I'm up making plays while other niggas sleep
You don't gotta ask, Rafs is on my feet
I been chasing dreams, feel like I signed to Meek
I can grab a fit or cash out on some sneaks
Watch your step, these Raf Simons, they not cheap
My chick so thorough, she gon' ride just like a Jeep
These niggas broke, they cappin
I get flyer than Aladdin
Money come faster than rabbits
One thing about me, I'm not average
Designer on all of my fabrics
Remember the money was slow as molasses
But that is the past tense
I'm killin' these niggas, so pick out a casket
Niggas be faggots
You got the pole, but I know you won't blast it
I'm not with the chatting
I'm stretching this money, ain't talking elastics
You not the plug, you play the middle
No referee, but I'm official
My head is always on a swivel
Think she a dime, she just a nickel
I play it smart, I use my wisdom
I don't miss shots, I'm in a rhythm Don't do too much, I keep it simple
Don't throw no shots if you gon' miss 'em
Uh, you talk it, I live it
How you gon' beef but don't got no chicken?
My drip is expensive
I'm prepping my journey to the road to riches
I'm really running up digits
Your money short as a midget
Niggas washed like dishes
The clip on these hammers extended
Ain't a killer, but don't get me tempted
Cause you can catch bullets like Witten
I depend on myself, I'm dependent
I been stacking way more than I'm spending
Feel like Master P, I got no limit
I'm just playing the cards I was given
Bren Bucks Chamberlain hot as a skillet
I'm balling, I need competition
I'm just playing my position
No more losing it's time to start winning
Keep it real from the start to the finish
Got a girlfriend, I don't need a mistress
I be sinning but ask for forgiveness
I'm grinding and God is my witness Polo Tee and you know it's the slim fit
I move to the paper with quickness
You don't gotta ask, Rafs is on my feet
I been chasing dreams, feel like I signed to Meek
I can grab a fit or cash out on some sneaks
Watch your step, these Raf Simons, they not cheap
My chick so thorough, she gon' ride just like a Jeep
These niggas broke, they cappin
I get flyer than Aladdin
Money come faster than rabbits
One thing about me, I'm not average
Designer on all of my fabrics
Remember the money was slow as molasses
But that is the past tense
I'm killin' these niggas, so pick out a casket
Niggas be faggots
You got the pole, but I know you won't blast it
I'm not with the chatting
I'm stretching this money, ain't talking elastics
You not the plug, you play the middle
No referee, but I'm official
My head is always on a swivel
Think she a dime, she just a nickel
I play it smart, I use my wisdom
I don't miss shots, I'm in a rhythm Don't do too much, I keep it simple
Don't throw no shots if you gon' miss 'em
Uh, you talk it, I live it
How you gon' beef but don't got no chicken?
My drip is expensive
I'm prepping my journey to the road to riches
I'm really running up digits
Your money short as a midget
Niggas washed like dishes
The clip on these hammers extended
Ain't a killer, but don't get me tempted
Cause you can catch bullets like Witten
I depend on myself, I'm dependent
I been stacking way more than I'm spending
Feel like Master P, I got no limit
I'm just playing the cards I was given
Bren Bucks Chamberlain hot as a skillet
I'm balling, I need competition
I'm just playing my position
No more losing it's time to start winning
Keep it real from the start to the finish
Got a girlfriend, I don't need a mistress
I be sinning but ask for forgiveness
I'm grinding and God is my witness Polo Tee and you know it's the slim fit
I move to the paper with quickness
Writer: Brendon Poulson
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