Lyrics:
dollars to keep it real
(Keep it real) (yea)
It cost zero dollars to keep it real
Ian worried bout no money
Why these hoes be all up on me
And I still been
CHORUS
IAN NEVA TOLD NO LIE
IT WAS JUS ME AND MY BITCH
IAN NEVA TOLD NO LIE
I JUS WANNA B RICH
IAN NEVA TOLD NO LIE
IT WAS JUS ME AND MY HOMIES
RRJ but these niggas already know my name
Ik them niggas tweeting on me but Ian sayin a thang
I done got weight up but now I’m tryna maintain
Big dog
lame
I'm tired of playing these games
Ian playing with you nomo
Ian playing with yo heart baby girl I got no hoes
All these girls just for promo for me
Hey
Escobar nigga
I wouldn't lie to you
Soul music nigga
Its 3.5 in my wood
I told my mama Ian going back to jail ma I promise
She say you learned ya
This shit get real , ian playin no games
Betta stay in lane , Id be lyin
If i said aint shit change we all went our own way
This shit get real , ian
a shovel
Pull up and empty da clip, they know ian talking no huddl
I stay in my own lane, U can't bust my bubble
U get watchu want
I'm trynna blow a bag when
La chanson des doudous
Ian ?
Tu connais la chanson des doudous ?
Nous les doudous tu sais
Des fois nous aussi
On a besoin d'un doudou
Et tu sais qui
Now she tryna talk it out but fuck det bitch cuz Ian got a reason
Hella shii det she done did i told ha pack ha shii when she was leavin
I told her I
let shit slide no they'll think they can roller skate
I can't fake vibes no ian neva been a fake
I can't stay here no way no I gotta elevate(I gotta
way to live
Cause we getting money right here
And them niggas broke over there
I never mix personal with the business Ian really got time to kill
Cuban links cost 200 racks
I was down bad but Ian going back
Stop playin games too old for that
Ian going back I can't go back nah
I done Been there,
These hoes gon fold under pressure, why ion trust em
And any nigga play i swear to God that ima buss em
I been deep in the field, ian did this shit
a day
Twentyyy fourrrr
Ian got no time to play
Noooooo
Ian got no time to waste ohh lord
Uhhhuhhh
Uhhhh
Uhhh
Yeah yeahhhhh
Momma calling me like is You
And if I ever get bored I do rap shit
Got the trap doing numbers, a backflip
And Ian wasting my time, you be capping
And why be in the mix? I'm
no life
Ran it up I done count this shit twice
Running through the money I been counting all night
I been getting money ian telling no lies
I can
name but sometimes I feel ian real enough
Say sometimes i feel ian real enough sometimes I feel ian real enough
N sometimes I feel Ian done a thing
a hooper Who only tough on computers
Why you tryna be a shooter If I want it ian buying
Ain't gotta pay ima just call my lil booster
If the windows ain't
I'm worried bout winning
Tryna stack my dough
Ian focused on these hoes
Just focused on business
How he move like a pro
How he always low
Cause he
don't feel the same
I'ma just spaz out whoa
And Ian finna trip on the shit nomo
Yeah I'ma just let a lil hoe be a hoe
And Ian finna love on a girl nomo
of this song
Maybe nope
I dont think so
Im jus doin everything
On my own, i dont drink so
Ian never blink so much
Love Me
Ian never gave no fucks
Cause i
Oh this shit really get major, Ian really gotta do too much
Chauffeur to different places, Ian really gotta move too much
Take her to different
Love them boys to death
Hope they never put they glizzy down
If i slide I'm lettin off K rounds
Getting money Ian trynna slide now (GMN)
7.62 Gone
Why you mad
Whats ya problem man
Ian got a mil
I can't chill
Get back ina lab
Cook until it spill
Why you mad
Whats ya problem man
Ian got a mil
I
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