[Chorus: Nic Breed & YBS Skola] Back then woulda blown it Now a nigga gettin’ to it My niggas gettin’ to it Now I know what I’m doing Stay clean, ride forward Big dreams for them mils Put my mama in a house on the motherfuckin’ hills You don’t know where I been You don’t know what I felt My heart so cold I just pray it don’t melt Everything makes sense Everything gon’ count Big money on me Every day I count Every day I shine, on my grind all the time Yeah it took a lil time, yeah it took a lil time But this shit done paid off Cause we come from the block and we was movin’ that soft Now we in the studio lyin’ them bars Watchin’ from the knockers, keep switching them cars Pockets real heavy, blowin’ bands at the mall This an LV polo, ain’t no Hugo Boss
[Verse 1: YBS Skola] No no, no no But I got the city in a chokehold Ballin’ hard on ‘em like I’m John Wall I used to be small as an eight ball Now I’m heavy as a motherfuckin’ Chevy Check out the diamonds blingin’ in the prezy Thirty thou on the chain, boy it’s heavy YBS, yeah we the best campaign We poppin’ champagne, feelin’ like ball players I got a whole lot of bad ones, they on me And ain’t another nigga doin’ what I’m doin’ B I’m droppin’ single after single like Pringles I’m rockin’ all this Italian on a daily basis You niggas gon’ have to face it The kids love me but I swear I ain’t a role model I’m in the club sippin’ hard out the gold bottle Wooh, Rollie on my wrist, gold on my chain I ain’t lyin’ man, gold Cartier, I wear ‘em everywhere I see these haters real clear, got clear vision You ain’t seein’ what I’m seein’, you ain’t doin’ what I’m doin’ You ain’t goin’ where I’m going Bet you next year me and my niggas gon’ be touring
[Chorus: Nic Breed & YBS Skola] Back then woulda blown it Now a nigga gettin’ to it My niggas gettin’ to it Now I know what I’m doing Stay clean, ride forward Big dreams for them mils Put my mama in a house on the motherfuckin’ hills You don’t know where I been You don’t know what I felt My heart so cold I just pray it don’t melt Everything makes sense Everything gon’ count Big money on me Every day I count Every day I shine, on my grind all the time Yeah it took a lil time, yeah it took a lil time But this shit done paid off Cause we come from the block and we was movin’ that soft Now we in the studio lyin’ them bars Watchin’ from the knockers, keep switching them cars Pockets real heavy, blowin’ bands at the mall This an LV polo, ain’t no Hugo Boss
[Verse 2: Nic Breed] This the time for the Shinners Nic Breed, Y Skola Lil Zack takeover, we don’t need no help Yeah we did it our self Yeah them niggas gon’ hate Put the guns in their mouth Keep a gun on my hip on this thousand dollar belt Yeah I beat the pussy in and then I throw the fish out If it ain’t about money I don’t know what that’s about I impress full attention, I hype up the clout I’m just all about money, do you know what that’s about? I’m just all about money, man I gotta keep it real Motivate a lot of others, they can feel me in the field Say I’m speaking for the trenches, I’m just speaking independence I was only one who did it, ain’t nobody else gon’ get it I ain’t even gon’ ask, came up, not last Came up kinda fast, I can see they gettin’ mad I can see me rich dab, I can see me looking back I can’t see me looking bad, I can’t see me looking bad Gotta make the money, gotta make it out the trap I made the money, turned myself into a chap Italia, Italian, we all they looking at We all they looking at Italia, Italian, we all they looking at I made the money, turned myself into a chap Gotta make the money, gotta make it out the trap nigga Gotta make it out the trap nigga
[Chorus: Nic Breed & YBS Skola] Back then woulda blown it Now a nigga gettin’ to it My niggas gettin’ to it Now I know what I’m doing Stay clean, ride forward Big dreams for them mils Put my mama in a house on the motherfuckin’ hills You don’t know where I been You don’t know what I felt My heart so cold I just pray it don’t melt Everything makes sense Everything gon’ count Big money on me Every day I count Every day I shine, on my grind all the time Yeah it took a lil time, yeah it took a lil time But this shit done paid off Cause we come from the block and we was movin’ that soft Now we in the studio lyin’ them bars Watchin’ from the knockers, keep switching them cars Pockets real heavy, blowin’ bands at the mall This an LV polo, ain’t no Hugo BossTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.