[Hook] You niggas don't want me to shine These niggas don't want me to grind I am about my money nigga These niggas don't want me to live These niggas just want me to bid Bid, up in the prison system Niggas know I'm about to get rich They Know I'm about rich Uh, I'm about to get cake Yayo, got white, got blow
[Verse 1] I've been cooling niggas off like the AC One minute your hot The next minute your not Drop the album, nobody copped it Nobody believed in the game Without the boss don wave Funny how, niggas turn funny style I just let the money pile Bitches scream skeet it on my tummy oww I was in the room seeking closure, smoking on the dosure Cru juice get me and my dudes loose Moon roof, seen my nigga head pop out I need a lead back out, and about to head back out OG, niggas ain't know me Got them put down, left them stinking Shout to my niggas that's in Lincoln Bezey on the arm like aqua This niggas a lame, my life is a saga Oscars, niggas trying cop them off the runway Bring the gunplay, fuck my bitches in one day Some say, Bigga you the illest nigga yet to come Get the vest for them, and I tango with the best of them Left with them bitches that night at the China Drove them to the diner, I like them finer Owwwww
[Hook] You niggas don't want me to shine These niggas don't want me to grind I am about my money nigga These niggas don't want me to live These niggas just want me to bid Bid, up in the prison system Niggas know I'm about to get rich They Know I'm about rich Uh, I'm about to get cake Yayo, got white, got blowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
