Swear they ass was dissin', I got hot, and now niggas fannin' out
What the f*ck
Nigga, I don't do no playin' Get straight to that paper but f*ck it we'll take it that route
Up then a bitch, always stand on my shit
If they try it, I'm takin' em down
Want smoke I ain't boxin' and shit but I'm airin' it out I ain't talkin' no motherf*ckin' loud
Hatin' profusely, but bangin' my music
I wonder, like how in the f*ck do that sound
Just get to that money, not homeless, but stay in my duffy got too many hunnids to count
How they gon' talk like they know me
I'm not one your homies, I got this shit all by myself
Slide to the money, ain't f*ck with the old me
I'm whippin' that bitch like a stoley, oh well
Steppin' on shit, I can't see em below me
I'm high with the holy, but givin' em hell
Stackin', I keep this shit on me
The hoes used to hoe me, but now they want
Nobody else
Sit back just vibin' and shit
Ain't change a motherf*ckin' thing, bitch, I knew I'd be rich
Stay on your side if you switched, only tied with my brothers
Like, f*ck em, ya knot in this bitch
Shooting, no safety, I'm sendin' the blitz
Gettin' straight to that sack, give a f*ck bout a risk Sorry, not sorry, addicted to money
Can't quit, but I love it like f*ck it, it is what it is
Got hunnids, still kept it a rack
Got money, still shippin' them packs
Remember them days, I ain't have me a motherf*ckin' thing and I ain't goin' back
Makin' them plays, watch me rub off the paint
On the block, I'ma score like I'm Shaq
All of a sudden, they love me, just want somethin' from me
Like f*ck ya don't know ya like that
Swear they ass was dissin', I got hot, and now niggas fannin' out
What the f*ck
Nigga, I don't do no playin' Get straight to that paper but f*ck it we'll take it that route
Up then a bitch, always stand on my shit
If they try it, I'm takin' em down
Want smoke I ain't boxin' and shit but I'm airin' it out I ain't talkin' no motherf*ckin' loud
Hatin' profusely, but bangin' my music
I wonder, like how in the f*ck do that sound
Just get to that money, not homeless, but stay in my duffy got too many hunnids to count
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Swear they ass was dissin', I got hot, and now niggas fannin' out
What the f*ck
Nigga, I don't do no playin' Get straight to that paper but f*ck it we'll take it that route
Up then a bitch, always stand on my shit
If they try it, I'm takin' em down
Want smoke I ain't boxin' and shit but I'm airin' it out I ain't talkin' no motherf*ckin' loud
Hatin' profusely, but bangin' my music
I wonder, like how in the f*ck do that sound
Just get to that money, not homeless, but stay in my duffy got too many hunnids to count
How they gon' talk like they know me
I'm not one your homies, I got this shit all by myself
Slide to the money, ain't f*ck with the old me
I'm whippin' that bitch like a stoley, oh well
Steppin' on shit, I can't see em below me
I'm high with the holy, but givin' em hell
Stackin', I keep this shit on me
The hoes used to hoe me, but now they want
Nobody else
Sit back just vibin' and shit
Ain't change a motherf*ckin' thing, bitch, I knew I'd be rich
Stay on your side if you switched, only tied with my brothers
Like, f*ck em, ya knot in this bitch
Shooting, no safety, I'm sendin' the blitz
Gettin' straight to that sack, give a f*ck bout a risk Sorry, not sorry, addicted to money
Can't quit, but I love it like f*ck it, it is what it is
Got hunnids, still kept it a rack
Got money, still shippin' them packs
Remember them days, I ain't have me a motherf*ckin' thing and I ain't goin' back
Makin' them plays, watch me rub off the paint
On the block, I'ma score like I'm Shaq
All of a sudden, they love me, just want somethin' from me
Like f*ck ya don't know ya like that
Swear they ass was dissin', I got hot, and now niggas fannin' out
What the f*ck
Nigga, I don't do no playin' Get straight to that paper but f*ck it we'll take it that route
Up then a bitch, always stand on my shit
If they try it, I'm takin' em down
Want smoke I ain't boxin' and shit but I'm airin' it out I ain't talkin' no motherf*ckin' loud
Hatin' profusely, but bangin' my music
I wonder, like how in the f*ck do that sound
Just get to that money, not homeless, but stay in my duffy got too many hunnids to count
What the f*ck
Nigga, I don't do no playin' Get straight to that paper but f*ck it we'll take it that route
Up then a bitch, always stand on my shit
If they try it, I'm takin' em down
Want smoke I ain't boxin' and shit but I'm airin' it out I ain't talkin' no motherf*ckin' loud
Hatin' profusely, but bangin' my music
I wonder, like how in the f*ck do that sound
Just get to that money, not homeless, but stay in my duffy got too many hunnids to count
How they gon' talk like they know me
I'm not one your homies, I got this shit all by myself
Slide to the money, ain't f*ck with the old me
I'm whippin' that bitch like a stoley, oh well
Steppin' on shit, I can't see em below me
I'm high with the holy, but givin' em hell
Stackin', I keep this shit on me
The hoes used to hoe me, but now they want
Nobody else
Sit back just vibin' and shit
Ain't change a motherf*ckin' thing, bitch, I knew I'd be rich
Stay on your side if you switched, only tied with my brothers
Like, f*ck em, ya knot in this bitch
Shooting, no safety, I'm sendin' the blitz
Gettin' straight to that sack, give a f*ck bout a risk Sorry, not sorry, addicted to money
Can't quit, but I love it like f*ck it, it is what it is
Got hunnids, still kept it a rack
Got money, still shippin' them packs
Remember them days, I ain't have me a motherf*ckin' thing and I ain't goin' back
Makin' them plays, watch me rub off the paint
On the block, I'ma score like I'm Shaq
All of a sudden, they love me, just want somethin' from me
Like f*ck ya don't know ya like that
Swear they ass was dissin', I got hot, and now niggas fannin' out
What the f*ck
Nigga, I don't do no playin' Get straight to that paper but f*ck it we'll take it that route
Up then a bitch, always stand on my shit
If they try it, I'm takin' em down
Want smoke I ain't boxin' and shit but I'm airin' it out I ain't talkin' no motherf*ckin' loud
Hatin' profusely, but bangin' my music
I wonder, like how in the f*ck do that sound
Just get to that money, not homeless, but stay in my duffy got too many hunnids to count
Writer: Jaden Littlefield-Davis
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