Yeah
Got it fitted like a glove
Bet I got the upper hand
They could never do it how I do it
They don't understand
I just keep the safe locked
Big stacks
Rubber Bands
I don't ever flash
Yeah, they know I got the shutters, man
Gotta keep it comin'
Runnin', trying to head to Summer Jam
They could never take a shot
They say that the gun will jam
They can't hold us back
What we started
That shit come in hand
Bet we still workin'
It's workin'
We never fumble, man
Said they come for trouble
F*ck it, I want the trouble then
I'm the last one to tussle with on the other end
People see MAG; then jump
Got knees bucklin'
Dig a hole
Bury yourself
Don't get stuck again
I just want to stack my money
Got bigger visions than
Big rocks
Like big stocks
And bigger dividends
They think I should stop my drive
That shit I'm driven with
Home Grown plantin' some seeds
That's via internet
Got a few moves with money
That's just some side dough
F*ck a blindfold
I could this with my eyes closed
Shawty body bad
I just hope she got a mind, though
Never mind
Drop on a dime
She got some wine, though
She gon' hear my new shit
Askin' me if I'm signed, no
Four labels sendin' me emails
That's just a side note
She say she don't f*ck on the first
She ain't a side ho
Bet she saw my DM's
Hopin' she might want to slide, though
When the goin' gets tough
And the road gets rough
And the money ain't enough
Will they
Will they
Be there for you?
Yeah
Will they remain loyal?
J.Mag - Loyal Lyrics
J.Mag - Loyal Lyrics
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Yeah
Got it fitted like a glove
Bet I got the upper hand
They could never do it how I do it
They don't understand
I just keep the safe locked
Big stacks
Rubber Bands
I don't ever flash
Yeah, they know I got the shutters, man
Gotta keep it comin'
Runnin', trying to head to Summer Jam
They could never take a shot
They say that the gun will jam
They can't hold us back
What we started
That shit come in hand
Bet we still workin'
It's workin'
We never fumble, man
Said they come for trouble
F*ck it, I want the trouble then
I'm the last one to tussle with on the other end
People see MAG; then jump
Got knees bucklin'
Dig a hole
Bury yourself
Don't get stuck again
I just want to stack my money
Got bigger visions than
Big rocks
Like big stocks
And bigger dividends
They think I should stop my drive
That shit I'm driven with
Home Grown plantin' some seeds
That's via internet
Got a few moves with money
That's just some side dough
F*ck a blindfold
I could this with my eyes closed
Shawty body bad
I just hope she got a mind, though
Never mind
Drop on a dime
She got some wine, though
She gon' hear my new shit
Askin' me if I'm signed, no
Four labels sendin' me emails
That's just a side note
She say she don't f*ck on the first
She ain't a side ho
Bet she saw my DM's
Hopin' she might want to slide, though
When the goin' gets tough
And the road gets rough
And the money ain't enough
Will they
Will they
Be there for you?
Yeah
Will they remain loyal?
Got it fitted like a glove
Bet I got the upper hand
They could never do it how I do it
They don't understand
I just keep the safe locked
Big stacks
Rubber Bands
I don't ever flash
Yeah, they know I got the shutters, man
Gotta keep it comin'
Runnin', trying to head to Summer Jam
They could never take a shot
They say that the gun will jam
They can't hold us back
What we started
That shit come in hand
Bet we still workin'
It's workin'
We never fumble, man
Said they come for trouble
F*ck it, I want the trouble then
I'm the last one to tussle with on the other end
People see MAG; then jump
Got knees bucklin'
Dig a hole
Bury yourself
Don't get stuck again
I just want to stack my money
Got bigger visions than
Big rocks
Like big stocks
And bigger dividends
They think I should stop my drive
That shit I'm driven with
Home Grown plantin' some seeds
That's via internet
Got a few moves with money
That's just some side dough
F*ck a blindfold
I could this with my eyes closed
Shawty body bad
I just hope she got a mind, though
Never mind
Drop on a dime
She got some wine, though
She gon' hear my new shit
Askin' me if I'm signed, no
Four labels sendin' me emails
That's just a side note
She say she don't f*ck on the first
She ain't a side ho
Bet she saw my DM's
Hopin' she might want to slide, though
When the goin' gets tough
And the road gets rough
And the money ain't enough
Will they
Will they
Be there for you?
Yeah
Will they remain loyal?
Writer: Justin Morrison
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