Can't Talk To A Bum

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(Bini, Bini, Bini)
Making this money I'm countin' my guap
I'm working for hours this shit never stop
Complaining you broke but don't put in no work
F*ck out my face I can't talk to a bum
Get rich or die tryin' I feel like 2 quarters
Stackin' this money I feel like a hoarder
People they see me and don't give a f*ck
Watch when I'm big and they'll try to record us
If you be hatin' go get you a life
If you be lonely go get you a wife
Was down and I saw all my homies they left
So I got me a bag and I got myself right
Can't wait till' I'm up and they tell me I'm right
I make all my music I know how to write
I bring up my talent they bring up my height
I feel like a virgin you gettin' me tight
I'm tired of shit
Just tell me the truth don't be lying and shit
Remind me of Kyle be spyin' and shit
And I better not catch you be eyein' my bitch
Or I'm fryin' your shit
You thinkin' that you gone be better than me?
Boy you is trippin' go tie up your laces
Never was one to go lose any races
All color money I can't be a racist
Smile is crooked I don't give a f*ck
Nobody's perfect don't need me some braces
Need the support and I need all the patience
Spray my cologne cause she lovin' my fragrance
Spreadin' the love yet these boys they be hatin'
Talk on the net when they see me won't say shit
Want you a feature you better go pay it
I'm in the game and I know that I'm stayin'
Know that I'm stayin' no I'm never leavin'
Hearin' the rumors don't ever believe em
Find out he fake now I gotta leave em'
Flexin' my money they hate how I tease em'
God gave me lemons I learned how to squeeze em
Drop you like nothing I don't need a reason
They sit here and see that you tryin' your best
But no matter what man you can't ever please em'
I stopped tryna please em' a while ago
Hopped in the game and I'm staying afloat
Feel like I'm Kodak I'm driving the boat
Steering the wheel while I'm gettin' some throat
My town it be dead and I'm givin' em' hope
Going to France man I feel like the Pope
I give it my all and I see that you laughin'
Bitch is you dumb does this look like a joke?
Making this money I'm countin' my guap
I'm working for hours this shit never stop
Complaining you broke but don't put in no work
F*ck out my face I can't talk to a bum
Get rich or die tryin' I feel like 2 quarters
Stackin' this money I feel like a hoarder
People they see me and don't give a f*ck
Watch when I'm big and they'll try to record us
If you be hatin' go get you a life
If you be lonely go get you a wife
Was down and I saw all my homies they left
So I got me a bag and I got myself right
Can't wait till' I'm up and they tell me I'm right
I make all my music I know how to write
I bring up my talent they bring up my height
I feel like a virgin you gettin' me tight
I'm tired of people be talkin' that shit
When they watch what I do and they watch all my moves
I'll go make a hit, and the money will hit me
Stack up the blue like I got me a bruise
All my friends is dead to me, Feel like I'm Uzi
I'm stackin' my Ps and I'm stackin' my Qs
I'm making my music I got shit to prove
I know I'm a winner now how could I lose
Why you talkin' shit?, this shit is a mystery
Feel like I'm Scooby what you wanna do?
Not many is like me, it's only a few
They call me a legend I'm feeling like Mew
You tellin me that you got so many friends
Get rich by myself man I don't need a crew
You tellin' me that when I rap it's not good
You a bum, now why would I listen to you?
I could switch up the flow if I want to
I could go f*ck your hoe if I want to
Have your bitch give me throat if I want to
Have your bitch on my phone if I want to
Have your bitch leave me 'lone if I want to
Pull up in VLONE if I want to
Pull up and I flex and I flaunt to
If I die then I'll come back and haunt you
If I die then I know I was livin' my life
And I cared about shit that was bigger than bitches
Making my music I feel like I'm Tecca
I'm gonna blow up from the rags to the riches
Gon' get away from the rats and the snitches
Stackin' my bread like I came out the kitchen
You was my homie now there is no we
But I'll call you Nintendo the way that you switchin'
Making this money I'm countin' my guap
I'm working for hours this shit never stop
Complaining you broke but don't put in no work
F*ck out my face I can't talk to a bum
Get rich or die tryin' I feel like 2 quarters
Stackin' this money I feel like a hoarder
People they see me and don't give a f*ck
Watch when I'm big and they'll try to record us
If you be hatin' go get you a life
If you be lonely go get you a wife
Was down and I saw all my homies they left
So I got me a bag and I got myself right
Can't wait till' I'm up and they tell me I'm right
I make all my music I know how to write
I bring up my talent they bring up my height
I feel like a virgin you gettin' me tight

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