Lyrics:
Young LA got Xannies
I count more money than your man
Your nigga broke I'm having bands
Your nigga broke I'm having bands
They say the weak don't eat
drugs, I'm rollin' J's by the two
Straight relaxation, got our feet in the pool
Stars on the ceiling when we go back to my room
Let's go
We back
Young Keesh
Young Ky
SMG
Get'em
Baby, do I cross your mind
I just want your attention, are you, blind
Hop inside my rocket ship,
trust
If ya bands is up
A man in some hand-me downs will
Be like "Hands is up" ante up
If I don't win then my family fucked
And I was told
"Don't hold ya
bring the noise, these niggas get quiet
I wipe the tears from my momma eye
We ain't never go sleep back outside
Remember we used to go ask for a ride
mind goes fast
When it’s you in it
Where we left it last
Can I take it back
I dont see a future
Without you in it
All this time
I’ve had you on my mind
get deceived by the game
They wanna fire it up soon as they came
But the rain came put out flame my man Jaine
Uh they wanna scare you with brands
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
like Tonka Toys
I got a Florida state of mind now, I be on my grind now
Let my niggas shine now, they on
I could've been a student, my mind was
walking down the road
I thought she passed at me while I was staring from afar
Or is my young mind just wishing
I don't know why
She keeps on passin' me by
another girl lick it off, I'm a dumb nigga
Since a young nigga, I've been a made man
My bitches come with fat ass and a spray tan
Spend a whole bag, then
Yuh
Aye aye aye
Skrr
Gotta young shawty wanna make out
While I'm just tryna get that M by my play count
Tryna be a legend motherfucker I can't
P Double
Yeah, I wake up every day with money on my mind,
And a love for the grind,
Building 3 business' right now, all it takes is time
So trust me
shit? All 'cause some lame nigga tweet that shit?
Have you seen my shows? Have you seen my hoes?
If I wasn't hot would they be so thick?
Guess not, got
clock
Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock
They think I'm out of my mind said this wont happen again
Feel like my back against the wall feel like I'm trapn' again
Yea
And this for all my fans who been fucking with my music for a lil' minute
I don't know what's wrong with these niggas
Woke up this morning
Wockesha done blew up my belly (drank)
I'm a street nigga, stay out my business
My bitch gon' stunt with a careless (yeah)
They say I lost my mind when
a road play bap bap you
Beat so unbrand just call me
Uptown beveling Jerry look at my
Brother's spike no talking
Bring alders on pass by your house
down
But I'm back on my feet now
Counting bands every week now
New bitch every week now
Still kill it I'm a beast (Yea)
'Lot of food I can feast (Eat)
on my mind to care about the internet bullshit
But the people comin' up say I'm forgettin' who I am
Just because they ran into someone I went to school
On a mission, wishin' upon a star
Young Bow Weezy with the caviar
In the back of a limo, make them others seem surreal
Breakin' niggaz down like
Got to keep this money closely
She said she fuck with my music
But wanna fuck me lowkey
Chain swinging I’m by my Doley
Want my shit then come
Been stacking like frito lay, two duffel bags and a briefcase
Trying to count it by hand we be thumbing through them bands in the H
In the H, run it
ordinary
How my mind coordinated
I be spreading love and doing my best to ignore the hatred
If you, you relating you go ahead and say it
Young'n livin'
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