Had to Find a way
Trynna get paid
Gotta get them bands
Give a f*ck bout what you say
Imma focus on the money
I can't slow down
Get it fast we counting plenty
Bring them hoes round
Shawty cannot play me for no dummy
You a whole clown
Catch me riding through yo city
In your whole town
In the passenger
Im counting Fifties while I'm vibing
Backwoods Nada
Smoking what I'm getting
Rolling papers while I'm sliding
I'm bout to be winning
So the feelings I been dodging
Left you in the past
So you gotta keep on watching
Yuh
You been flodging
Sleeping with my homie
Girl you left me with no options
Shawty Trynna get me
Cause she know that I'm the topic
You know I been popping
And it ain't no stopping
Talking all that shit behind my back
But now you Coppin
I Been through some shit so I can't lack
Now I'm on timing
So watch yo Body
Tap his noggin
Me and D gon make sure we get paid
For all this rhyming
If we gon do it right
Then we gon roll dice
Every nigga with me screaming yolo
We can't do it twice
Got what it takes to really make it
I could give advice
Gotta stand up on your own ten
If you wanna live this life
My momma seen that star in me
And now I'm shining bright
And all them dreams that I was dreaming
They came in the light
I ain't gon lie its bunch of times
That I was losing sight
Star up in the making
Now I'm shining all through the night
You taking risks and trynna make it
Ain't no wrong or right
Like homie tell me if you faking
You gon fight or flight?
Homie saw me falling for Jamaican
Gotta keep it tight
If you can't hold my glizzy
Baby you can't be my wife
Like what you saying ?
You know HighNote been raw
If we talking Jersey
You know HighNote Involved
Got up off the bench
Cause all the shit I done saw
Now a nigga running shit
From the South to the North
Yeah!
Now a nigga running shit
From the South to the North
Now a nigga running shit
From the South to the North
Had to Find a way
Trynna get paid
Gotta get them bands
Give a f*ck bout what you say
Hold up Kenny
You could turn this off real quick bro?
Hello?
She gon f*cking hang up
Shit happens every time
Justin
Hello?
Justin *Laughter*
Wassup I told you I'm in the studio
Wassup?
Nigga stop acting all Hollywood
These other bitches got you thinking
That You that nigga
Boy Byeeee
Yeah whatever
Justinnn
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Had to Find a way
Trynna get paid
Gotta get them bands
Give a f*ck bout what you say
Imma focus on the money
I can't slow down
Get it fast we counting plenty
Bring them hoes round
Shawty cannot play me for no dummy
You a whole clown
Catch me riding through yo city
In your whole town
In the passenger
Im counting Fifties while I'm vibing
Backwoods Nada
Smoking what I'm getting
Rolling papers while I'm sliding
I'm bout to be winning
So the feelings I been dodging
Left you in the past
So you gotta keep on watching
Yuh
You been flodging
Sleeping with my homie
Girl you left me with no options
Shawty Trynna get me
Cause she know that I'm the topic
You know I been popping
And it ain't no stopping
Talking all that shit behind my back
But now you Coppin
I Been through some shit so I can't lack
Now I'm on timing
So watch yo Body
Tap his noggin
Me and D gon make sure we get paid
For all this rhyming
If we gon do it right
Then we gon roll dice
Every nigga with me screaming yolo
We can't do it twice
Got what it takes to really make it
I could give advice
Gotta stand up on your own ten
If you wanna live this life
My momma seen that star in me
And now I'm shining bright
And all them dreams that I was dreaming
They came in the light
I ain't gon lie its bunch of times
That I was losing sight
Star up in the making
Now I'm shining all through the night
You taking risks and trynna make it
Ain't no wrong or right
Like homie tell me if you faking
You gon fight or flight?
Homie saw me falling for Jamaican
Gotta keep it tight
If you can't hold my glizzy
Baby you can't be my wife
Like what you saying ?
You know HighNote been raw
If we talking Jersey
You know HighNote Involved
Got up off the bench
Cause all the shit I done saw
Now a nigga running shit
From the South to the North
Yeah!
Now a nigga running shit
From the South to the North
Now a nigga running shit
From the South to the North
Had to Find a way
Trynna get paid
Gotta get them bands
Give a f*ck bout what you say
Hold up Kenny
You could turn this off real quick bro?
Hello?
She gon f*cking hang up
Shit happens every time
Justin
Hello?
Justin *Laughter*
Wassup I told you I'm in the studio
Wassup?
Nigga stop acting all Hollywood
These other bitches got you thinking
That You that nigga
Boy Byeeee
Yeah whatever
Justinnn
Trynna get paid
Gotta get them bands
Give a f*ck bout what you say
Imma focus on the money
I can't slow down
Get it fast we counting plenty
Bring them hoes round
Shawty cannot play me for no dummy
You a whole clown
Catch me riding through yo city
In your whole town
In the passenger
Im counting Fifties while I'm vibing
Backwoods Nada
Smoking what I'm getting
Rolling papers while I'm sliding
I'm bout to be winning
So the feelings I been dodging
Left you in the past
So you gotta keep on watching
Yuh
You been flodging
Sleeping with my homie
Girl you left me with no options
Shawty Trynna get me
Cause she know that I'm the topic
You know I been popping
And it ain't no stopping
Talking all that shit behind my back
But now you Coppin
I Been through some shit so I can't lack
Now I'm on timing
So watch yo Body
Tap his noggin
Me and D gon make sure we get paid
For all this rhyming
If we gon do it right
Then we gon roll dice
Every nigga with me screaming yolo
We can't do it twice
Got what it takes to really make it
I could give advice
Gotta stand up on your own ten
If you wanna live this life
My momma seen that star in me
And now I'm shining bright
And all them dreams that I was dreaming
They came in the light
I ain't gon lie its bunch of times
That I was losing sight
Star up in the making
Now I'm shining all through the night
You taking risks and trynna make it
Ain't no wrong or right
Like homie tell me if you faking
You gon fight or flight?
Homie saw me falling for Jamaican
Gotta keep it tight
If you can't hold my glizzy
Baby you can't be my wife
Like what you saying ?
You know HighNote been raw
If we talking Jersey
You know HighNote Involved
Got up off the bench
Cause all the shit I done saw
Now a nigga running shit
From the South to the North
Yeah!
Now a nigga running shit
From the South to the North
Now a nigga running shit
From the South to the North
Had to Find a way
Trynna get paid
Gotta get them bands
Give a f*ck bout what you say
Hold up Kenny
You could turn this off real quick bro?
Hello?
She gon f*cking hang up
Shit happens every time
Justin
Hello?
Justin *Laughter*
Wassup I told you I'm in the studio
Wassup?
Nigga stop acting all Hollywood
These other bitches got you thinking
That You that nigga
Boy Byeeee
Yeah whatever
Justinnn
Writer: Justin Plaire
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