See I stand on principles
If you f*ck around it ain't no missin you
I'm throwin bullets nigga I ain't dissin you
If you got a problem Brody gonna visit you
If you got a problem Brody gonna throw a few
If you try to run then we takin you out yo shoes
Nigga don't care if they old or new
You might end up on the news
Mama won't know what to do
I'm inna fast whip switchin lanes
Don't call my phone everybody be lame
I want the money I don't want the fame
F*ck a little picture get put out the frame
I want the money I want to succeed
All of you niggas not f*ckin with me
I went to court I had to take a plead
Like I'm in the court I'm shootin from the three
Do it for the guys I do it for the team
Smokin fhat Za it be makin me lean
I be off dope no I don't pop a bean
They be like J why you stay lookin mean
I tell everybody that I be chillin
I'm not a hero baby I'm a villain
Don't talk to me no I don't want to listen
If you play around then you might end up missin
Antisocial I don't want to party
Antisocial I don't want to kick it
Antisocial I don't want to talk
Antisocial I really be distant
I'm a money fiend I really be itchin
I'm in the Stu cookin like it's the kitchen
I can not waste my time bitch it be tickin
Bullets hit him up now his body is twitchin
No we not the same nigga I am different
Roll me a blunt boy that shit gone be hittin
Like it's GTA bitch im on a mission
If he try to play then we finna dismiss him
Fresh White-T it's a different one everyday
Said he seein son' it's the heaven gates
I'll pop on you no I never will hesitate
If 12 chasin then we hoppin over gates
Like Chief keef fake niggas you know I hate
If he try to play put the beam on his face
If he try to run we goin on a chase
If I catch him he won't see another day
Take a trip out of state and go far away
Get what she want give a f*ck what the tag say
Get to the money that's just what the bag say
Niggas be talkin but they just be actin
You know me I can never be lackin
Got the grip on me nigga I'm packing
I never had a V but I crashed a car catch me swervin out in traffic
Catch me swervin out with a ratchet
Niggas know that I move tactic
All this money I'm finna stack it
Run them bands up then I stash it
Callin plays like I'm playin madden
Brody ootin might just call him Brady
Got a chop stick it's a mop stick
I pray to the lord but i know he can't save me
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See I stand on principles
If you f*ck around it ain't no missin you
I'm throwin bullets nigga I ain't dissin you
If you got a problem Brody gonna visit you
If you got a problem Brody gonna throw a few
If you try to run then we takin you out yo shoes
Nigga don't care if they old or new
You might end up on the news
Mama won't know what to do
I'm inna fast whip switchin lanes
Don't call my phone everybody be lame
I want the money I don't want the fame
F*ck a little picture get put out the frame
I want the money I want to succeed
All of you niggas not f*ckin with me
I went to court I had to take a plead
Like I'm in the court I'm shootin from the three
Do it for the guys I do it for the team
Smokin fhat Za it be makin me lean
I be off dope no I don't pop a bean
They be like J why you stay lookin mean
I tell everybody that I be chillin
I'm not a hero baby I'm a villain
Don't talk to me no I don't want to listen
If you play around then you might end up missin
Antisocial I don't want to party
Antisocial I don't want to kick it
Antisocial I don't want to talk
Antisocial I really be distant
I'm a money fiend I really be itchin
I'm in the Stu cookin like it's the kitchen
I can not waste my time bitch it be tickin
Bullets hit him up now his body is twitchin
No we not the same nigga I am different
Roll me a blunt boy that shit gone be hittin
Like it's GTA bitch im on a mission
If he try to play then we finna dismiss him
Fresh White-T it's a different one everyday
Said he seein son' it's the heaven gates
I'll pop on you no I never will hesitate
If 12 chasin then we hoppin over gates
Like Chief keef fake niggas you know I hate
If he try to play put the beam on his face
If he try to run we goin on a chase
If I catch him he won't see another day
Take a trip out of state and go far away
Get what she want give a f*ck what the tag say
Get to the money that's just what the bag say
Niggas be talkin but they just be actin
You know me I can never be lackin
Got the grip on me nigga I'm packing
I never had a V but I crashed a car catch me swervin out in traffic
Catch me swervin out with a ratchet
Niggas know that I move tactic
All this money I'm finna stack it
Run them bands up then I stash it
Callin plays like I'm playin madden
Brody ootin might just call him Brady
Got a chop stick it's a mop stick
I pray to the lord but i know he can't save me
If you f*ck around it ain't no missin you
I'm throwin bullets nigga I ain't dissin you
If you got a problem Brody gonna visit you
If you got a problem Brody gonna throw a few
If you try to run then we takin you out yo shoes
Nigga don't care if they old or new
You might end up on the news
Mama won't know what to do
I'm inna fast whip switchin lanes
Don't call my phone everybody be lame
I want the money I don't want the fame
F*ck a little picture get put out the frame
I want the money I want to succeed
All of you niggas not f*ckin with me
I went to court I had to take a plead
Like I'm in the court I'm shootin from the three
Do it for the guys I do it for the team
Smokin fhat Za it be makin me lean
I be off dope no I don't pop a bean
They be like J why you stay lookin mean
I tell everybody that I be chillin
I'm not a hero baby I'm a villain
Don't talk to me no I don't want to listen
If you play around then you might end up missin
Antisocial I don't want to party
Antisocial I don't want to kick it
Antisocial I don't want to talk
Antisocial I really be distant
I'm a money fiend I really be itchin
I'm in the Stu cookin like it's the kitchen
I can not waste my time bitch it be tickin
Bullets hit him up now his body is twitchin
No we not the same nigga I am different
Roll me a blunt boy that shit gone be hittin
Like it's GTA bitch im on a mission
If he try to play then we finna dismiss him
Fresh White-T it's a different one everyday
Said he seein son' it's the heaven gates
I'll pop on you no I never will hesitate
If 12 chasin then we hoppin over gates
Like Chief keef fake niggas you know I hate
If he try to play put the beam on his face
If he try to run we goin on a chase
If I catch him he won't see another day
Take a trip out of state and go far away
Get what she want give a f*ck what the tag say
Get to the money that's just what the bag say
Niggas be talkin but they just be actin
You know me I can never be lackin
Got the grip on me nigga I'm packing
I never had a V but I crashed a car catch me swervin out in traffic
Catch me swervin out with a ratchet
Niggas know that I move tactic
All this money I'm finna stack it
Run them bands up then I stash it
Callin plays like I'm playin madden
Brody ootin might just call him Brady
Got a chop stick it's a mop stick
I pray to the lord but i know he can't save me
Writer: Junior Rivas
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