Shout out Nino Paid bruh
Can't go baccc
Rea' really woke up one day in this world like bruh
The f*ck am I doing
I've been through a lot but this shit won't change
So I'll take this pain, gon' make some music
It's so lame, and these people keep changing, I stay in my lane, don't you ask how I'm doing
Now, real as it gets in this fake ass world, ain't what it seem in this cruel ass world
I already, should of never even, f*ck with that girl, it's okay cause, you live and you learn, ain't gon' lie bruh
Shit had me hurt, ain't gon' lie bruh, I fell in the dirt and I stood back up, that's how I was taught
Homie, back den tried dab me up like, y'all wasn't there when I was down on luck
So don't you come around and try to cheer me up, uh, alright now, alright now, don't you come around
When dis money, come up, don't you make a sound when I'm counting these, don't you make a
Sound when I'm counting these bucks, bro, blasting this song, blasting this song in my car
Cause I know this shit is tough, bro, don't you blame it on luck, bro
I'm not no regular civilian, sometimes I gotta do what I got to, I got a nice car and it's fast too
I don't, I don't break bread unless I have too, don't talk to me, I don't like your attitude
I really hate money, but l like fast cars
I think I want a black wing, that's a real fast, ass coupe, like, yuh, but that's the Italian in me
I made a promise to my mama, she won't have to work again
I'm a man of my word, so she won't have to work again
They gon' ask me how I did it bruh, I just put that work in, life ain't fair, but you gon' have to put that work in
I ain't no trust fund, baby, I put that work in, that's why I flex my car so much, bruh
I got it myself, I ain't ask no one for help, build this shit, brick by brick
And these pussies like on my dick like, for what, bruh, Imma just let dis track, jus talk my shit
Shout out, Nino Paid, can't go baccc, like, uh, alright now, alright now
Don't you come around when this money, come up, don't you make a sound
When I'm counting these bucks, don't you make a sound, When I'm counting these bucks, bro
Blasting this song, blasting this song in my car
Cause I know this shit is tough, bro, don't you blame it on luck, bro
I'm not no regular civilian, sometimes I gotta do what I got to, I got a nice car and it's fast too
I don't, I don't break bread unless I have too, don't talk to me, I don't like your attitude
I really hate money, but l like fast cars, think I want a black wing, that's a real fast, ass
Coupe, like, yuh, but that's the Italian in me, I made a promise to my mama, she won't have to work again
I'm a man of my word, so she won't have to work again, they gon' ask me how I did it
Bruh, I just put that work in, life ain't fair, but you gon' have to put that work in
I ain't no trust fund, baby, I put that work in
CA$h ADOBE - No trust fund baby! (Revenge Tour) #CANTGOBACCCC Lyrics
CA$h ADOBE - No trust fund baby! (Revenge Tour) #CANTGOBACCCC Lyrics
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Shout out Nino Paid bruh
Can't go baccc
Rea' really woke up one day in this world like bruh
The f*ck am I doing
I've been through a lot but this shit won't change
So I'll take this pain, gon' make some music
It's so lame, and these people keep changing, I stay in my lane, don't you ask how I'm doing
Now, real as it gets in this fake ass world, ain't what it seem in this cruel ass world
I already, should of never even, f*ck with that girl, it's okay cause, you live and you learn, ain't gon' lie bruh
Shit had me hurt, ain't gon' lie bruh, I fell in the dirt and I stood back up, that's how I was taught
Homie, back den tried dab me up like, y'all wasn't there when I was down on luck
So don't you come around and try to cheer me up, uh, alright now, alright now, don't you come around
When dis money, come up, don't you make a sound when I'm counting these, don't you make a
Sound when I'm counting these bucks, bro, blasting this song, blasting this song in my car
Cause I know this shit is tough, bro, don't you blame it on luck, bro
I'm not no regular civilian, sometimes I gotta do what I got to, I got a nice car and it's fast too
I don't, I don't break bread unless I have too, don't talk to me, I don't like your attitude
I really hate money, but l like fast cars
I think I want a black wing, that's a real fast, ass coupe, like, yuh, but that's the Italian in me
I made a promise to my mama, she won't have to work again
I'm a man of my word, so she won't have to work again
They gon' ask me how I did it bruh, I just put that work in, life ain't fair, but you gon' have to put that work in
I ain't no trust fund, baby, I put that work in, that's why I flex my car so much, bruh
I got it myself, I ain't ask no one for help, build this shit, brick by brick
And these pussies like on my dick like, for what, bruh, Imma just let dis track, jus talk my shit
Shout out, Nino Paid, can't go baccc, like, uh, alright now, alright now
Don't you come around when this money, come up, don't you make a sound
When I'm counting these bucks, don't you make a sound, When I'm counting these bucks, bro
Blasting this song, blasting this song in my car
Cause I know this shit is tough, bro, don't you blame it on luck, bro
I'm not no regular civilian, sometimes I gotta do what I got to, I got a nice car and it's fast too
I don't, I don't break bread unless I have too, don't talk to me, I don't like your attitude
I really hate money, but l like fast cars, think I want a black wing, that's a real fast, ass
Coupe, like, yuh, but that's the Italian in me, I made a promise to my mama, she won't have to work again
I'm a man of my word, so she won't have to work again, they gon' ask me how I did it
Bruh, I just put that work in, life ain't fair, but you gon' have to put that work in
I ain't no trust fund, baby, I put that work in
Can't go baccc
Rea' really woke up one day in this world like bruh
The f*ck am I doing
I've been through a lot but this shit won't change
So I'll take this pain, gon' make some music
It's so lame, and these people keep changing, I stay in my lane, don't you ask how I'm doing
Now, real as it gets in this fake ass world, ain't what it seem in this cruel ass world
I already, should of never even, f*ck with that girl, it's okay cause, you live and you learn, ain't gon' lie bruh
Shit had me hurt, ain't gon' lie bruh, I fell in the dirt and I stood back up, that's how I was taught
Homie, back den tried dab me up like, y'all wasn't there when I was down on luck
So don't you come around and try to cheer me up, uh, alright now, alright now, don't you come around
When dis money, come up, don't you make a sound when I'm counting these, don't you make a
Sound when I'm counting these bucks, bro, blasting this song, blasting this song in my car
Cause I know this shit is tough, bro, don't you blame it on luck, bro
I'm not no regular civilian, sometimes I gotta do what I got to, I got a nice car and it's fast too
I don't, I don't break bread unless I have too, don't talk to me, I don't like your attitude
I really hate money, but l like fast cars
I think I want a black wing, that's a real fast, ass coupe, like, yuh, but that's the Italian in me
I made a promise to my mama, she won't have to work again
I'm a man of my word, so she won't have to work again
They gon' ask me how I did it bruh, I just put that work in, life ain't fair, but you gon' have to put that work in
I ain't no trust fund, baby, I put that work in, that's why I flex my car so much, bruh
I got it myself, I ain't ask no one for help, build this shit, brick by brick
And these pussies like on my dick like, for what, bruh, Imma just let dis track, jus talk my shit
Shout out, Nino Paid, can't go baccc, like, uh, alright now, alright now
Don't you come around when this money, come up, don't you make a sound
When I'm counting these bucks, don't you make a sound, When I'm counting these bucks, bro
Blasting this song, blasting this song in my car
Cause I know this shit is tough, bro, don't you blame it on luck, bro
I'm not no regular civilian, sometimes I gotta do what I got to, I got a nice car and it's fast too
I don't, I don't break bread unless I have too, don't talk to me, I don't like your attitude
I really hate money, but l like fast cars, think I want a black wing, that's a real fast, ass
Coupe, like, yuh, but that's the Italian in me, I made a promise to my mama, she won't have to work again
I'm a man of my word, so she won't have to work again, they gon' ask me how I did it
Bruh, I just put that work in, life ain't fair, but you gon' have to put that work in
I ain't no trust fund, baby, I put that work in
Writer: Thomas Spadaro
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