(Hey, get in here, get in here)
See, y'all, yeah
See, y'all come
Call, searchin'
I'm rushin', oh, baby
Huh, hey
I lost it all tryna help (hey, get in here, get in here)
Family was the self, labels put me on that shelf
Don't complain, I maintain, I just play the hand I'm dealt
Don't talk to me 'bout pain, you don't know the way I felt
Everybody change, that paper got a lot
I'm D, you got my back, nigga, you gon' stay or you gon' go?
Why the f*ck the niggas thought me? Bitch, I brought the city hope
Shit, a lot of niggas choked, shit, a lot of niggas broke, huh
See, I could've tweaked off 'bout a thousand different times
I got money in my pocket, chicken on my mind
Bitch, I pop it different, you gon' get the picture, yeah, I'm fine
We got ten glizzies, gotta stand on business, we outside
Got on my brother, yeah, he slime, huh, and he gon' slide too
Shout out to killers, drop the lil' bit, they gon' slide through
Get on your ass investigating, they gon' find you
Don't got no patience, we gon' shoot up where they hide to
Ayy, okay, come and cop a four-way
Made a thousand off a zip, my bro, you look like no way
I ain't tryna bust it down, come and get the whole plate
You can f*ck her, you can love her, but you can't make a ho stay
I'ma f*ck her from the back, she like when we role play
Meant to beat the pussy up to type to make her go gay
It ain't 'bout chicken, why you talkin', nigga? You get no say
If you got chicken, why you walkin', nigga? You get no pay
Tryna chase a nigga down, make him put his hands up
Tell 'em put them scams down, nigga, pick them grams up
Gettin' money in this bitch, let me see you stand up
Get off your ass, go and get some paper, nigga, man up
Bitch, I'm rubber band up, too saucy
Bitch, I'm boring, too nauseous, ain't stupid, move cautious
Niggas tryna take me down, so I show them who lost
If it don't start with dollar signs, you can save it, you lost me
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English
(Hey, get in here, get in here)
See, y'all, yeah
See, y'all come
Call, searchin'
I'm rushin', oh, baby
Huh, hey
I lost it all tryna help (hey, get in here, get in here)
Family was the self, labels put me on that shelf
Don't complain, I maintain, I just play the hand I'm dealt
Don't talk to me 'bout pain, you don't know the way I felt
Everybody change, that paper got a lot
I'm D, you got my back, nigga, you gon' stay or you gon' go?
Why the f*ck the niggas thought me? Bitch, I brought the city hope
Shit, a lot of niggas choked, shit, a lot of niggas broke, huh
See, I could've tweaked off 'bout a thousand different times
I got money in my pocket, chicken on my mind
Bitch, I pop it different, you gon' get the picture, yeah, I'm fine
We got ten glizzies, gotta stand on business, we outside
Got on my brother, yeah, he slime, huh, and he gon' slide too
Shout out to killers, drop the lil' bit, they gon' slide through
Get on your ass investigating, they gon' find you
Don't got no patience, we gon' shoot up where they hide to
Ayy, okay, come and cop a four-way
Made a thousand off a zip, my bro, you look like no way
I ain't tryna bust it down, come and get the whole plate
You can f*ck her, you can love her, but you can't make a ho stay
I'ma f*ck her from the back, she like when we role play
Meant to beat the pussy up to type to make her go gay
It ain't 'bout chicken, why you talkin', nigga? You get no say
If you got chicken, why you walkin', nigga? You get no pay
Tryna chase a nigga down, make him put his hands up
Tell 'em put them scams down, nigga, pick them grams up
Gettin' money in this bitch, let me see you stand up
Get off your ass, go and get some paper, nigga, man up
Bitch, I'm rubber band up, too saucy
Bitch, I'm boring, too nauseous, ain't stupid, move cautious
Niggas tryna take me down, so I show them who lost
If it don't start with dollar signs, you can save it, you lost me
See, y'all, yeah
See, y'all come
Call, searchin'
I'm rushin', oh, baby
Huh, hey
I lost it all tryna help (hey, get in here, get in here)
Family was the self, labels put me on that shelf
Don't complain, I maintain, I just play the hand I'm dealt
Don't talk to me 'bout pain, you don't know the way I felt
Everybody change, that paper got a lot
I'm D, you got my back, nigga, you gon' stay or you gon' go?
Why the f*ck the niggas thought me? Bitch, I brought the city hope
Shit, a lot of niggas choked, shit, a lot of niggas broke, huh
See, I could've tweaked off 'bout a thousand different times
I got money in my pocket, chicken on my mind
Bitch, I pop it different, you gon' get the picture, yeah, I'm fine
We got ten glizzies, gotta stand on business, we outside
Got on my brother, yeah, he slime, huh, and he gon' slide too
Shout out to killers, drop the lil' bit, they gon' slide through
Get on your ass investigating, they gon' find you
Don't got no patience, we gon' shoot up where they hide to
Ayy, okay, come and cop a four-way
Made a thousand off a zip, my bro, you look like no way
I ain't tryna bust it down, come and get the whole plate
You can f*ck her, you can love her, but you can't make a ho stay
I'ma f*ck her from the back, she like when we role play
Meant to beat the pussy up to type to make her go gay
It ain't 'bout chicken, why you talkin', nigga? You get no say
If you got chicken, why you walkin', nigga? You get no pay
Tryna chase a nigga down, make him put his hands up
Tell 'em put them scams down, nigga, pick them grams up
Gettin' money in this bitch, let me see you stand up
Get off your ass, go and get some paper, nigga, man up
Bitch, I'm rubber band up, too saucy
Bitch, I'm boring, too nauseous, ain't stupid, move cautious
Niggas tryna take me down, so I show them who lost
If it don't start with dollar signs, you can save it, you lost me
Writer: ROBERT GAINES
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave