I flex every day for no reason, cause the money is coming too easy
Two things that we got in common, you ain't me what else you breathing
And my wrist still on that gold, and your bitch on my dick eating
And these nigga they talk on the low, like why the boy pockets so greasy
And they hate it when they see me up, and my fits they gon' change like the seasons
That's why your bitch do what I want, she pull up and wanna get freaky
I tell that boy he need to cool it, or he getting smoked out he a runt
You ain't know your bitch a eater
Hit it once then I can't repeat her
If I like her she might stay
If she tripping I might just leave her
But she know she do what I want
She pull up when she wanna get f*cked
And these bitches they come and go
But the money it always go up
Remember I used to be broke
Got my racks up I used to count change
And the money go up every season
I'm balling you ain't in the game
High ground on all you niggas
Ain't once where we close to the same
And it's funny he think he the goat
When nobody know the boy name
They say that I rock way too much gold, My whole body covered in piss
I step out the house and I flex every day, it's racks that I keep on my wrist
And it's word to my nigga Bryce Fitts, if a nigga talk down then I'm taking they bitch
I hit it one time then it's right back to you telling me keep this as our little secret
She know damn well Ima keep it
And these hoes they be deceiving
On the field they ball receiving
And I told her don't be teething
For meat that girl be tweaking
Scratch her arms that hoe be fiending
Do anything for se- (ah ha ha)
I just get way too much cake when the money come in too easy
What you make in a week I can top in a day, ain't nobody gonna do it as easy
And my necklace still on freezing, talk down when his tank on E
Sending shots when my shit loaded, I advise that boy to leave
You ain't know your bitch a eater
Hit it once then I can't repeat her
If I like her she might stay
If she tripping I might just leave her
But she know she do what I want
She pull up when she wanna get f*cked
And these bitches they come and go
But the money it always go up
Remember I used to be broke
Got my racks up I used to count change
And the money go up every season
I'm balling you ain't in the game
High ground on all you niggas
Ain't once where we close to the same
And it's funny he think he the goat
When nobody know the boy name
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I flex every day for no reason, cause the money is coming too easy
Two things that we got in common, you ain't me what else you breathing
And my wrist still on that gold, and your bitch on my dick eating
And these nigga they talk on the low, like why the boy pockets so greasy
And they hate it when they see me up, and my fits they gon' change like the seasons
That's why your bitch do what I want, she pull up and wanna get freaky
I tell that boy he need to cool it, or he getting smoked out he a runt
You ain't know your bitch a eater
Hit it once then I can't repeat her
If I like her she might stay
If she tripping I might just leave her
But she know she do what I want
She pull up when she wanna get f*cked
And these bitches they come and go
But the money it always go up
Remember I used to be broke
Got my racks up I used to count change
And the money go up every season
I'm balling you ain't in the game
High ground on all you niggas
Ain't once where we close to the same
And it's funny he think he the goat
When nobody know the boy name
They say that I rock way too much gold, My whole body covered in piss
I step out the house and I flex every day, it's racks that I keep on my wrist
And it's word to my nigga Bryce Fitts, if a nigga talk down then I'm taking they bitch
I hit it one time then it's right back to you telling me keep this as our little secret
She know damn well Ima keep it
And these hoes they be deceiving
On the field they ball receiving
And I told her don't be teething
For meat that girl be tweaking
Scratch her arms that hoe be fiending
Do anything for se- (ah ha ha)
I just get way too much cake when the money come in too easy
What you make in a week I can top in a day, ain't nobody gonna do it as easy
And my necklace still on freezing, talk down when his tank on E
Sending shots when my shit loaded, I advise that boy to leave
You ain't know your bitch a eater
Hit it once then I can't repeat her
If I like her she might stay
If she tripping I might just leave her
But she know she do what I want
She pull up when she wanna get f*cked
And these bitches they come and go
But the money it always go up
Remember I used to be broke
Got my racks up I used to count change
And the money go up every season
I'm balling you ain't in the game
High ground on all you niggas
Ain't once where we close to the same
And it's funny he think he the goat
When nobody know the boy name
Two things that we got in common, you ain't me what else you breathing
And my wrist still on that gold, and your bitch on my dick eating
And these nigga they talk on the low, like why the boy pockets so greasy
And they hate it when they see me up, and my fits they gon' change like the seasons
That's why your bitch do what I want, she pull up and wanna get freaky
I tell that boy he need to cool it, or he getting smoked out he a runt
You ain't know your bitch a eater
Hit it once then I can't repeat her
If I like her she might stay
If she tripping I might just leave her
But she know she do what I want
She pull up when she wanna get f*cked
And these bitches they come and go
But the money it always go up
Remember I used to be broke
Got my racks up I used to count change
And the money go up every season
I'm balling you ain't in the game
High ground on all you niggas
Ain't once where we close to the same
And it's funny he think he the goat
When nobody know the boy name
They say that I rock way too much gold, My whole body covered in piss
I step out the house and I flex every day, it's racks that I keep on my wrist
And it's word to my nigga Bryce Fitts, if a nigga talk down then I'm taking they bitch
I hit it one time then it's right back to you telling me keep this as our little secret
She know damn well Ima keep it
And these hoes they be deceiving
On the field they ball receiving
And I told her don't be teething
For meat that girl be tweaking
Scratch her arms that hoe be fiending
Do anything for se- (ah ha ha)
I just get way too much cake when the money come in too easy
What you make in a week I can top in a day, ain't nobody gonna do it as easy
And my necklace still on freezing, talk down when his tank on E
Sending shots when my shit loaded, I advise that boy to leave
You ain't know your bitch a eater
Hit it once then I can't repeat her
If I like her she might stay
If she tripping I might just leave her
But she know she do what I want
She pull up when she wanna get f*cked
And these bitches they come and go
But the money it always go up
Remember I used to be broke
Got my racks up I used to count change
And the money go up every season
I'm balling you ain't in the game
High ground on all you niggas
Ain't once where we close to the same
And it's funny he think he the goat
When nobody know the boy name
Writer: tretyn ball
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