[Chorus] In to win, can't be in to lose I need me 10 bricks, I don’t need no Qs M way trips with crews, ooh Same tracksuit, same shoes Still we played the field, they say [footwork?] in your boots Ooh ooh
All I talk is money, I don’t really care about views More than enough corn for the whats it And it come bigger than Wotsits Still go put the 4s on the table and chop it (turn) When I rise in the AM, I gotta count this profit
[Verse 1] Still step out smokey, from kway back the gang been governed Back then my nephew was a curious one, I had to keep him away from the cupboard Knee, watch and face must be funny, I'd rather go die on my feet I’m stubborn Was baguettes with mustard, all of those terrible cakes and custard All I know is hustle, make these tennies just fold out here Real talk its been cold out here, but I’m good, it ain't always been comfort You don’t wanna get fried like chicken, that's Southern I put two hands on the grip on this rubber, I'll make man dance without hearing no dubstep Solve problems with violence, them man wish they had clout like I did That's got all of them out here trying, but their heart's not in it, they're tired Them man been snitching, they wired Pigs never let the gang on wireless You know we bring heat to the gigs like Ryan
[Chorus] In to win, can't be in to lose I need me 10 bricks, I don’t need no Qs M way trips with crews, ooh Same tracksuit, same shoes Still we played the field, they say [footwork?] in your boots Ooh ooh
All I talk is money, I don’t really care about views More than enough corn for the whats it And it come bigger than Wotsits Still go put the 4s on the table and chop it (turn) When I rise in the AM, I gotta count this profit
[Verse 2] 9 hour trip, thats what you call O, when you hear them say Ken, no they don’t mean Ryu It was good to fling water on the wrist, cah jailhouse, I could do Refling it in D’Yeu 90 on the M with a two and my blue and my boys gon' fling it on my yout Please be mindful, you think that verbal is cool 'till you're drenched out lying in a pool I ain't never played by the rules, do a drill, then I’m top floor lying in a pool [???] writing on the wall for myself, old billys just lying on the court Still out here, shotty unsawn cah I ain't tryna sell myself short New dinger, we can fling it in sports Tell the opps they gotta crawl before they walk
[Chorus] In to win, can't be in to lose I need me 10 bricks, I don’t need no Qs M way trips with crews, ooh Same tracksuit, same shoes Still we played the field, they say [footwork?] in your boots Ooh ooh
All I talk is money, I don’t really care about views More than enough corn for the whats it And it come bigger than Wotsits Still go put the 4s on the table and chop it (turn) When I rise in the AM, I gotta count this profitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
