Earned It

I was dead broke that’s why you can catch me chasing a penny I rolled the blunt and sipping lean I still poured me a cup of Henny remember shorty didn’t want me the money Making her friendly It’s medication in my lungs and the medicine in my kidney I fell asleep riding the bus and I woke up whipping a Bentley I never told my bitch I loved her the feeling ain’t never hit me Don’t you worry bout them niggas them niggas could never get me Shorty keep that shit one hundred I know that you play the fifty I know that you want a benji I know that you want a check She come over hit the ground Cause she know that I want the neck was it cool yeah it was good I still took off Just like a jet you got evicted out the hood cause you disrespected ya set You don’t really come from the gutter you never been in the trench I do this shit for my mother done struggling with the rent ain’t talking about a coin What you’re talking ain’t making sense I was the slickest nigga born and the slickest one Ever since I’m not claiming no self defense I’m gon bang him and then I S off Nine ah knock a nigga left chest off can’t get the best off roll a couple blunts Just go take the stree off squeeze the trigger Like stress dolls nine ah leave you a mess dog They sending shots boy don’t make me put my best on my mouth is done here You can put yo breast on I left ya wet thong I heard they sleeping on me you can get yo rest on Smoke it until it’s less strong suck me into yo breath gone Cash Mani making fast money damn shorty come and shake that ass for me Water diamonds they could do a dance for me you don’t bring the quarter back Then you don’t get no pass from me bad bitches bringing grass to me Love it when I paint on they faces they call it masterpiece You smoke that dirt like Austin Powers I’m smoking magic trees I’m so groovy my flow so cold Hoe pass the jacket please I’m getting paper know they hating they looking mad at me I’m always on the New York Times not talking magazine 190 miles When I’m driving nobody fast as me Feel like I’m Kobe Bryant rhyming nobody passing me I’m always solo when I roll up Nobody gassing me that bitch never cared seen me glow up and now she after me I drive the ship you think I stole the police after me Don’t call me Mani you don’t know me That shit is blasphemy bitch said she love me told her hold up don’t get attached to me Keep saying fuck me need to grow up you looking ratchet you telling me to grab it I want it but I can’t have it I’m trynna get these riches these bitches too much to manage It’s two months on the rent with eviction try not to panic listen what I’m spitting is mystic And you can learn some I heard to stop wishing for them digits and go an earn some My plug sold me a drug big as a biscuit bout to burn some I only eat the kitty in victies but she ain’t wearing none Said you got to panties in a bunch bitch I ain’t wearing non Yeah I got my nine on me it’s tucked I’m bout to burn some I be super kitty blowing Money like a furnace I dot give a fuck burn that money cause I earned it