It's been a minute since a nigga had some chump change, you know what I'm sayin'? Feel me, Mike?
I got on 10 diamond chains And that cost a lil' change And I pulled up in that don My bitch say that I'm a don I am not comin' in your club If I'm not comin' with my gun (facts) You shouldn't be inside the strip club If your ass ain't throwin' ones (facts) He came up, he gon' change Naw bitch, I'm still the same If you get me in my feelings, bitch I'ma go insane He so petty, he be wiggin' out Like give my purses back Worked too hard for this check And you bitches ain't deservin' that
Got the pussy, then I changed on 'em She got pregnant, put the blame on him Family members put a strain on him Family problems put a strain on him Popped a Xan then I changed on 'em On the runway swappin' planes on 'em Gotti still trappin', Gotti still thuggin' I went platinum, ain't change nothin' Streets deserve to know the truth (want the truth) Shots fired, I'm in Peru Who, who shot? I wish I knew (knew) I'm just lookin' at the news (I am) Intervers, intervers, intervers Don't incriminate yourself (don't do it) Think twice 'bout what you're doin' Youngin', don't eliminate yourself (don't do it)
I don't have no issues with niggas I got problems with myself Personality been crashin' Think part of me too flashy (I am) My young bitch too nasty Main bitch too classy All my bitches too ratchet To all my bitches I'm zaddy
I look in the mirror, bitch, I see an icon Gotta squeeze on the gain, that shit tight as a python I make hits in my sleep and I'm blessed, I don't write none And I just put them bricks on the road in a Scion I ain't never wanna change on 'em Devil tried to put the fame on him Haters tryna put an aim on him Family problems put a strain on him Stayed down, campaign on 'em Stayed down, campaign on 'em Everybody think I changed on 'em 'Cause I stayed down, campaigned on 'em
Change It come in due time, it come with success Change I went to [?] and fucked up a check I went to the hood and they say I changed I looked in the mirror, I look the same FN on my hip, I'ma let it rip So I hope them lil' niggas don't play no games I went from sellin' them nicks and dimes I want a quarter ki, that's a nine You talkin' pennies, that's chump change We on that gas, that octane All my lil' niggas, we gang, gang We got more chains than a slave trade We got more aim than a shootin' range And we all from the hood, but we didn't change
Hundred thousand for a show (show) Yeah, nigga, that's some cool change 800 for the shirt (shirt) Saint Laurent, that's chump change 400 for the vert (vert) 4 bands for the syrup (syrup) 800 for the purp (purp) 30 bands for the work (work)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
