I can't wait till we meet, FN Glock 30 real steppers gone' spin bout me
Clear the scene, face card way too clean, I don't need I.D
Don't tell me what he said, tell me what you did when he said what he said about me
Ain't worried about beef, pop my shit count a 100 I make it look easy
Clear the scene in a Lambo, I go places that they can't go
They start hatin' when they trap slow, I took risks just to make more
Touch down & flood the city, wake up I'm back on a flight
When she ask, tell her I'm broke but my mama she livin' alright
You want it, you got it, that's pimpin, throw that shit in the bag
I can't be stressin' these bitches, special ones I done had
I just threw my momma a 50, told her I don't want it back
It is what it is, it is what it was, leave it in the past
Smile my face, put his energy off, if I want it, I want it, I ain't trippin' on the cost
Took time, couple L's, turned this nigga to a boss
Double bag, money, pint house, I've got a lil' loft
Out the way, make a call & I still get em off
Broke on your ass and it's really your fault
If bro get caught, he know not to talk
First 48, I'm bailing him out
I can't wait till we meet, FN Glock 30 real steppers gon' spin bout me
Clear the scene, face card way too clean, I don't need I.D
Don't tell me what he said, tell me what you did when he said what he said about me
Ain't worried about beef, pop my shit count a 100 I make it look easy
Clear the scene in a Lambo, I go places that they can't go
They start hatin' when they trap slow, I took risks just to make more
Touch down & flood the city, wake up I'm back on a flight
When she ask, tell her I'm broke, but my mama, she livin' all right
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I can't wait till we meet, FN Glock 30 real steppers gone' spin bout me
Clear the scene, face card way too clean, I don't need I.D
Don't tell me what he said, tell me what you did when he said what he said about me
Ain't worried about beef, pop my shit count a 100 I make it look easy
Clear the scene in a Lambo, I go places that they can't go
They start hatin' when they trap slow, I took risks just to make more
Touch down & flood the city, wake up I'm back on a flight
When she ask, tell her I'm broke but my mama she livin' alright
You want it, you got it, that's pimpin, throw that shit in the bag
I can't be stressin' these bitches, special ones I done had
I just threw my momma a 50, told her I don't want it back
It is what it is, it is what it was, leave it in the past
Smile my face, put his energy off, if I want it, I want it, I ain't trippin' on the cost
Took time, couple L's, turned this nigga to a boss
Double bag, money, pint house, I've got a lil' loft
Out the way, make a call & I still get em off
Broke on your ass and it's really your fault
If bro get caught, he know not to talk
First 48, I'm bailing him out
I can't wait till we meet, FN Glock 30 real steppers gon' spin bout me
Clear the scene, face card way too clean, I don't need I.D
Don't tell me what he said, tell me what you did when he said what he said about me
Ain't worried about beef, pop my shit count a 100 I make it look easy
Clear the scene in a Lambo, I go places that they can't go
They start hatin' when they trap slow, I took risks just to make more
Touch down & flood the city, wake up I'm back on a flight
When she ask, tell her I'm broke, but my mama, she livin' all right
Clear the scene, face card way too clean, I don't need I.D
Don't tell me what he said, tell me what you did when he said what he said about me
Ain't worried about beef, pop my shit count a 100 I make it look easy
Clear the scene in a Lambo, I go places that they can't go
They start hatin' when they trap slow, I took risks just to make more
Touch down & flood the city, wake up I'm back on a flight
When she ask, tell her I'm broke but my mama she livin' alright
You want it, you got it, that's pimpin, throw that shit in the bag
I can't be stressin' these bitches, special ones I done had
I just threw my momma a 50, told her I don't want it back
It is what it is, it is what it was, leave it in the past
Smile my face, put his energy off, if I want it, I want it, I ain't trippin' on the cost
Took time, couple L's, turned this nigga to a boss
Double bag, money, pint house, I've got a lil' loft
Out the way, make a call & I still get em off
Broke on your ass and it's really your fault
If bro get caught, he know not to talk
First 48, I'm bailing him out
I can't wait till we meet, FN Glock 30 real steppers gon' spin bout me
Clear the scene, face card way too clean, I don't need I.D
Don't tell me what he said, tell me what you did when he said what he said about me
Ain't worried about beef, pop my shit count a 100 I make it look easy
Clear the scene in a Lambo, I go places that they can't go
They start hatin' when they trap slow, I took risks just to make more
Touch down & flood the city, wake up I'm back on a flight
When she ask, tell her I'm broke, but my mama, she livin' all right
Writer: Staney Jean Louis
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid