Lyrics:
ain't by mistake
If she wanna leave
Just know I ain't saving her
No I don't want no cape
Tryna feed my fam I ain't got no time I got too much on my plate
Kay
She said she know that I could do it by my lone
Get money on my own
Pounds by the load
Count fast never slow
I seen the money come n go
These
investments into rentals
Can't get the sack if you don't got the fundamentals
They hate the fact I'm spittin' facts on instrumentals
It ain't an option gotta
the Bottega
Me and my niggas goin' major, we uppity-up!
We uppity-up, I'm countin' my bucks, I'm runnin' my racks to the celin'
I don't know what I be feelin',
got lost
Give away the day you were mine
Don't know why I let you leave me
Honey I don?t know
See its hard to see lovin' comin baby
But I
Paper chase like Owens
So I'm important
Same old bitch, but foreign
Still she say she knew my name, my bank, my babe don't know her
Go on forward
Ain't
on
Dont want be the one that got shit on
Shawty telling me she want some rick owens
So you know ima cop her sum rick owens
Steezo cold with the flow im so
Chest hairs
I don't need no chemical blow to pull no hoe, no
All I need is chemical bank to pay her up
Is it real son, lemme know it's real son
costs me nothing
Hoes like Krispy Kreme
They come by the dozen
Put a buck into her
They know I'm buzzing
Feeling like money
I'm stacking a hundred
This
trained
I been sinnin' hard all year, I'm in the booth to repent
If you not makin' money off it, it don't make sense
Hit the pedal, push the gas, you know
many wicked ways And they start on yo block (One) Label you my bitch (Two) I let you know (Three) Execution Drag you out yo do' Nobody to witness I call
Yeah, Rhianna Bennet overshadowed by her sis
Bailey Wick yeah, you know he got that lisp
He love them blonde bitches
He love the blue eyes
Yeah, don't
get you by luring family
And y'all would just listen, ya, ya
Y'all would just listen, ya, ya
I don't care what you say to me in the end, cause I know
off sixty leave em flat
I can't stop, can't do minimum I take it to the max
G lock gon smoke her ass like za ,set up bitch telling me let's match
Got
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
rapper
Gassing these fairies, dare I say that he carry matches?
Hey, you think it's a God damn joke, don't you?
Well, let me tell you something boy
don't be feelin' it
Racism still alive, they just be concealin' it
But I know they don't want me in the damn club
They even make me show ID to get
Chest hairs
I don't need no chemical blow to pull no hoe, no
All I need is chemical bank to pay her up
Is it real son, lemme know it's real son
G'd up, D-P-G-see'd up, O-G-see'd up original gun clappin'
No captains, no officials,
Nuthin' but niggas and pistols
Don't cock just pop, let it go
and smoke
I came a long way, but still I got so far to go
Dear mama, don't worry, I'mma watch for snakes
Tell Setchu that I love her, but it's hard today
LABELS AIN’T GOTTA LET ME IN, BET MY WRIST GOING….
I GOT A 100 THOUSAND BITCHES, I DON’T GET LONELY…
AND I ALWAYS KEEP IT A BUCK LIKE FIF HOMIE….
I HANG
coming
On the way to fulfill my potential
Let's end all the coddling, stop being gentle
And keep it a buck that I'm never gone settle for shit
Can I see
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