Lyrics:
yo house while you Sleep and dazed
They brought me down, but I wasn’t fazed, 100s and 50s will Make her behave
Got help during birth, by myself in
you? What you?
What you know bout
Making beats you'll never hop on
Get reps in & be slept on, shit
I'd take that over some bullshit
No sustenance, boring
a matter of fact
(I'm gonna getcha)
I'm gonna getcha, don'tcha worry 'bout that
(Yeah, you can betcha)
You can bet your bottom dollar, in time you're
eighths
I got water on I'm dropping Dick today
Took her to the candy shop like fifty say
On my Tango shit you got eliminated
They say that young nigga keep
someone who don't got no cents
Maybe I'm just outta pocket 'cause I got this cautious feeling
That this bitch wants this shit
I think it's time that I
On my blade s**t
She f****d to my playlist
That fifty shades of grey s**t
This big tone
And I won't turn down
You n****s p***y flex like plug
And I'm
a bitch
I'm trying to stay rich
No time to concentrate on hoes
Even if I fuck that bitch
Do the freakiest shit
By the mornin, I got the go
Yeah, I got all
fifty seven got always packed in
That'll cut you're fucking head
Like a fucking hatchet
I'm a self made man, self made man
I'm a self made man, self made
that I ran up them digits
You fifty, he fifty, they fifty
You niggas is a half of a hundred, I'm not fucking with you
You not fucking with me, I'm not
always talking the young clap
Well lil muthafuckas I'm bout
That, bitch nigga, bitch nigga
We back a fourth with the shit, nigga
We can settle this with
I want like 50 cars by the time that I'm 50 that I wanna own by myself
Fuck having 13, bitch, I got like 60 these reasons they sit in a pile
But I
with some work week dinero
Ain't talkin' 'bout five, twenties, or two fifties
Tonight Benjamin buyin' that top shelf whiskey
Got a crispy, crispy
(runnin)
And niggas talk shit but it ain't bout nothin
(nothin)
I'm way too high on this piff that I'm puffin
(puffin)
Always on my grind on my minds get
I'm 'bout to let these niggas have it
School of hard knocks I graduated
I got all my real straight from Baby's
Laying by my chopper, chopper by
I'm 'bout to let these niggas have it
School of hard knocks I graduated
I got all my real straight from Baby's
Laying by my chopper, chopper by
Yeah, outro part 2 yeah, yeah
Yeah, I saw that opp at the top
B guys bein' back in the drop top
5-0, call it copper
Call me NLE , 'cause I got
money get converted into music
The dope man becomes an entertainer
Leave that crack alone! I told the customers
I'm into bigger and better things Mr.
money get converted into music
The dope man becomes an entertainer
Leave that crack alone! I told the customers
I'm into bigger and better things Mr.
No generations of wealth
Nobody thinking bout health
You read that it's bad still buy it right off the shelf
We done lost intuition
No more being
can't see me
I'm gliding in the 50
I'm skating through the city
Remember when I used to pick you up and then I grabbed you by the hand?
Remember when you
the mix, I ain't blending in
I could give a fuck 'bout a bitch but fuck it send 'em in
Niggas wasn't with me in the gym
They ain't lend a hand
I'm the better
(yeah)
Yeah, that hoe she suck my dick, I make her
I do not give a fuck lil' hoe
You heard? I'm not talking bout Amber
And I'm shitting all over you
and I skirt off that bitch like a toll bitch I'm droppin' a dime, yeah
50 on her, she in love with a just like Zendaya Ayy
Every little step, you closer
Yeah
Fuck you talking bout
Blue strips, pink 50's I can't help but blow the shit
(I can't help it)
We ballin' out
Blue strips, pink 50's i cant help
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