Envy Me

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I got the sauce for summer
I got the sauce for summer
This party the prom of the winter
Bitches they know how I'm coming
I bet they start asking for pictures
They really want piece of the money
It's two letters after M
I am not a ATM
I cannot budget a friend
Can't put no time on your blessings
I'm talking my shit and they step in it
I don't gotta walk in Giuseppe
Complimented by the extras
I'm taking a trip out to Texas
When that work come in and we flip it
After the flipping we flexing
Then we get lit in the section
You said that you work for the money
But you really get bred from the family
I don't wanna pull up in Acura's
I wanna pull up in the mases
We could pull up in a Honda
Hop out and look like we got out the Audis
I'm feeling the hate from the back of us
I know when a nigga be eyeing me
A blue face make em Two face
Turn a friend into a enemy
I would rather blow a bag with em
Before a Nigga come and envy me
I cant just come to feel sad for em
Because a Nigga being jelly
So Why would I wish any bad on em
Because a Nigga being petty (No)
I wanna shoot for them bands
Like I'm shooting for tickets wit chuck e
Like I'm playing the two in Kentucky
Im beating her box like I'm Doug E
She never claim she had a mans
So why would I ask any questions
I cannot decline any blessings
And living my life what I'm best in
I got the sauce for summer
This party the prom of the winter
The bitches they know how I'm coming
I bet they start asking for pictures
The really want piece of the money
It's two letters after M
I am not a ATM
I cannot budget friend
I got the wave for new flows
And this is the wave of the summer
These bitches gone jump in the deep in
And they only get fed off of pieces
I'm not talking piece of the money
It's two letters after M
I am not a ATM
I cannot budget friend
So many chances but you don't get to many
Done with the bitches and loose ends
When you making money you don't need friends
I'm tryna cop me a new Benz
Kick-in the game like ry Ken
Show up with the mob no new friends
I came to get lit in my section
I hate how we having them weapons
But I see how them Niggas be tweaking
Start applying that pressure we defense
I rather get lit on my weekends
Not worried about bitches that's beefing
They fighting don't add to the profit
Why the hell would I acknowledge
I would rather play pool
And put all my numbers in pockets
I wanna shoot for them bands
Like I'm shooting for tickets with Chuck E.
Like I'm playing the two in Kentucky
Im beating her box like I'm Doug E
She never claim she had a mans
So why would I ask any questions
I cannot decline any blessings
And living my life what I'm best in
I got the sauce for summer
This party the prom of the winter
Bitches they know how I'm coming
I bet they start asking for pictures
The really want piece of the money
It's two letters after M
I am not a ATM
I cannot budget friend
Can't put no time on your blessings
I'm talking my shit and they step in it
I don't gotta walk in Giuseppe
Complimented by the extras
I'm taking a trip out to Texas
When that work come in and we flip it
After the flipping we flexing
Then we get lit in the section
You said that you work for the money
But you really get bred from the family
I don't wanna pull up in Acura's
I wanna pull up in the mases

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