[Luh Tyler] Yeah, got my pockets fat and now my shit on Norbit Brodie in the trap, he gettin' it in, tell him, "Come and score it" Bad lil' bitch keep blowin' up my phone, but I just ignore it Won't hang out if it ain't about that bag, that shit be boring
[Anti da Menace] Yeah, I can't pop out if it ain't about no pape' Mama, look at your lil' dropout, poppin' shit since I was eight Used to sleep on couches Now I'm rich as fuck, tryna build some houses Told you I was gon' get it goin', I'm the same lil' boy they doubted
[Luh Tyler] They was doubtin' on a nigga, I had to show 'em what it do Yeah, I was sprintin' with ones, nigga, now my shit be blue Ain't no more hand-me-downs, nigga, now my shit be new Everybody fuckin' with thе kid since I jumped up in the stu' I been poppin' shit sincе I jumped up on the mic' Yeah, we ain't catchin' rides, nigga, now we catchin' flights Up that ticket on a nigga, better tell him, "Pay that price" They ain't tryna get that bag, nigga, tell 'em take a hike
[Anti da Menace] Yeah, in the 'yo with Tyler Got some shit waitin' at the house, I think this bitch look like Mariah I learned how to shoot my gun before I learned to read the Bible I learned how to stack my funds, so I done been through every cycle Now I'm on top like a sniper Thank my mom for makin' me Rich as hell, I go Givenchy just for my lil' baby sheets These lil' niggas be some roadies I ramp up and hit this bitch, she know lil' Anti keep a Trojan My whole career, been goin' in, no fallin' off, I know they hopin' Ha know them niggas mad at me Finna get me some new teeth, take care of all my cavities Tryna stay up out the way A nigga grew up 'round them Dracs Look, he cappin' in his rap, I really seen murder in my face Facts, switchin' up my jeans, a nigga might go Valabasas Fuckin' with Luh Tyler strong, might take a trip to Tallahasee Facts, everywhere I go, I always got my automatic Nah, I never, never show, but if it's smoke, I let 'em have it Phew
[Luh Tyler & Anti da Menace] Nigga, we gon' let 'em have it Got them bands stuffed in my pants, bitch, your broke ass can't even math it Bad bitch pullin' up on my, got her bonnet on, you know she ratchet Bro get wicked in the trap, make the pack poof like it's magic With lil' Anti, better hide your ho 'cause we might take your bitch Stay on standby, better not play with gang, gon' brrt-brrt with this switch We were down bad on our ass, nigga, now we gon' be rich Got a big house, clean grass, nigga, don't walk in my shit (Pussy boy)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
