Do Betta

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Just sit tight, you might wanna put on your seatbelt
This flow show business but OTM nigga forever rep
Niggas ain't got nothing on they mind but hoes and fucking off
She tryna f*ck, ain't got no money

Swear to God, that shit that there turn me off, I Don't care who having paper
I don't care what hoe that's fucking
You ain't talking bout busting moves nigga, you ain't talking bout nothing
I'm trying to touch on the whole mil, I don't know what you on dawg

I ain't trying to talk at all, I ain't answering phone calls
You ain't coming to the gym, your intentions ain't for the ball
My goals don't wait, my bills don't wait, so who the f*ck am I to stall
That little bitch be up on some messy shit, that nigga be right along with her

Can't call you a man because you on that nigga, you act like her sister
Niggas be weird as a hoe, I can't get down with them
Trying to do business atcha table, I can't sit down with them
She asking me if I got feelings, hell nah I don't feel them

I just pay the cards I got, I ain't the one who gon' deal'em
This shit already come and sealed, I ain't the one who gon' seal'em
We just pose up and get chose up, but if I want I can pick em
Hold up I'm rolling, DPD, cop cars, them boys patrolling

My guns clean, they in my name, these guns ain't stolen
Stupid ass nigga, you might get slapped for all that trolling
And if you know something I need to know, then nigga why is you holding
In the trap house, high off them shrooms nigga, joycin

Post in the telly, they coming through nigga, shop open
She posting the Telly, they coming through nigga, shop open
They hoping a nigga fall off, I tell them to stop hosting
I ran my money up during the pandemic

Pandemic over, I'm still hustling, it's no difference
This Franco and this Cuban, chain nigga with no pendants
The hour wasn't enough for T, he buying more minutes
You pouring up a two of green with Po two Moe in it

It's money out there in that city, well let's go get it
You talking like you bout that shit, well bitch come be with it
Smitty my favorite fucking gun, you know I sleep wit it, you just can't get right
I ain't even tripping, that shit right there its just gon' get you left

Just sit tight, you might wanna put on your seatbelt
All through the night, he just be thinking he might need help
But it's alright lil' nigga, you better do it yourself
Tell me a secret and that's some shit that I forever kept

This flow show business, but OTM nigga forever rep
I love you to death, but you disloyal so I can't accept
When it come to that paper my nigga you know that I'm gon' step

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Written by: Dale Anderson

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