Who Got It
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I want they money and power don't really care about the fame I got some homies who ride with the strap so lil nigga don't talk on my name You niggas not on my level there ain't no comparison we not the same True to myslef ain't not switching so know for for a fact that I stay in my lane Yeah Who got it They look at me be like you got it Racks in jeans I got chubby pockets My foot on the gas I ain’t never stopping I’m the man in hood and they know about it Niggas be broke and they cry bout it I want the money can’t be without it My niggas be strapped they don’t leave without it I swear I’m underrated Penny Hardaway Turn my back to the haters and fade away Pray to God everyday tell him keep me safe Got some homies who don seen a early grave So I puff on the gas the gas take the pain away Said my foot’s on the gas ain’t no taking breaks Ain’t no stopping my drive I don’t need a break And if you an opp better hope I don’t see the day That I catch you slippin then my nigga I swear that’s it’s over All of my niggas on go, see they never miss ain’t no need to be sober I got a bit of a temper so know that I’m hot like my name Bobby Shmurda I keep it real from the jump, ain’t with cap I’m the son of a soldier Got all these fake niggas hitting my line, when they in need or want a favor Pay dem no mind I be keeping my distance Sorry lil bitch I’m not asking for closure Aim at the top all my niggas are shooters Diamonds on froze like I been in a cooler Tryna richer sooner never later My time is money so I see you later Yeah So have at it You think you tough so have at it I run wit niggas who really bout it When I say the word they gon let you have it So if I was you, I’d watch what I say I show no face so never caught a case Connect with the metal and not talking brace Know it’s on sight it don’t matter the place Bitch I’m a boss and they know it When I talk niggas think I’m a poet Putting work cuz a nigga devoted See I be hurting and don’t even notice I quit taking drank but I’m puffin the dank Tryna have a mill at the bank Keep it a hunnid so I’m being frank Heavy artillery move like a tank Yeah Cuz I want the money and power don’t really care about the fame I got some homies who ride wit the strap so lil nigga don’t talk on my name Pussies y’all ain’t on my level Im tryna get me a bezel Be at the top wit my niggas Anything less know that we never settle Yeah So f*ck it I’m bout to get busy The top is not meant for the lazy Protected by God and my niggas F*ck around and they upping the blicky So get the f*ck outta my face Got my goons up in the place See my niggas I know they gon ride Paper chasin' we winning the race Who got it They look at me be like you got it Racks in jeans I got chubby pockets My foot on the gas I ain’t never stopping I’m the man in hood and they know about it Niggas be broke and they cry bout it I want the money can’t be without it My niggas be strapped they don’t leave without it
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