Started from shit, I got this shit from out the bottom All my niggas that's gone Just know I ain't forgot about 'em (FlyBoy and Coo) Niggas thinking that shit sweet, bitch, we blowing sour Might have came up out the pussy I ain't ever been a coward Always taught to get that money first You want it, then you gotta work You made mistakes, you had to learn You don't even wanna crack a smirk You know that times is getting worse And all the pain you didn't deserve Your momma waiting on the third Your people treat you like the worm Until you fly, it's early bird
I'm feeling like this shit is cursed They ride the Wraith, it ain't no surf They got the juice, I make 'em burp I make it shake, I make it twerk I say it loud, I say it proud I know I got 'em scared now And I'm on their head now So, they gon' hold their head down But get your nuts off of me On me for so long When they get a choke off of me Hunnit bands I been fucked off on it Real recognize real, and I see you as phony
I guess my heart was too good I wish that I could get 'em all out the hood You know these bitches just be barking up wood And all these niggas trying to get them a jewel But the plug didn't wanna do him no good, so he ran off on it Took a chance and bossed on him Caught him slipping, now the brakes out on it Now you see the thots off him I gotta give it to you raw, I'm talking no rubber Body bag the beat, then put it in my duffel Banging down your block, I'm talking big drums This for all them ones that had to sleep in cold without the cover Life of bosses, chocolates, where the truffles? Tell 'em at the bottom
One time for the money Two times for the show Three times if you got a bankroll Thirty-inch weave and the mink lashes long Blowing good loud and the pack extra strong
Get in your bag Get in your bag She throw all that They throw all cash
Get in your bag Get in your bag She throw all that They throw all cash
Where my money-making bitches, pussy clean and they head right? Only fuck with a nigga if you know the bread right I don't want no motherfucking drink Who gon' pay tonight? Put this pussy all up in his face Have you ate tonight? You can't stay tonight? You late another night? You better make it right Cause imma up the price You never fuck 'em twice Cut it like a slice They don't believe the hype These niggas living different lives
Hold position, sit aside Diamonds glisten with your eyes These little bitches get it poppin' in the ride Tick, tick, tick, don't hit my line Making money, don't be insane If you take it all, then they make it rain And the pussy stay wet, he gon' need a drank Better pop that pussy and do something strange
One time for the money Two times for the show Three times if you got a bankroll Thirty-inch weave and the mink lashes long Blowing good loud and the pack extra strong
Get in your bag Get in your bag She throw all that They throw all cash
Get in your bag Get in your bag She throw all that They throw all cash
Baby, you were made for this Look how far you came with this Houses on some acres shit Ballin' like some Lakers shit Life's a bitch, well, tell 'em thank the bitch Type of bitch that hold your ankle shit Take your pick, take a risk, talk to your kids, blow a kiss Whoever gon' teach 'em the game Had to struggle to maintain We gon' see some better days I just hate it ain't today I ain't focused on the fame I'm just trying to get my change Throwing shots against my name Why they wanna see me slain?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
