Lyrics:
good it's in my heritage
Big bucks now used to only get a percentage
I'm just trynna eat like I got off of Lint
Then party like I just caught up on all
a big old crib
They can't slow us down now
Get it Poppin no choppas
Now u can relax wit no problems
Most ppl get caught in a moment
Negative vibes
Im
open up accounts for 'em, we bounce tourin'
Major cities, arenas, headline with big time singers
Cop Ferrari's with navigational screens
Guide us
(Aye, aye)
Pistols be loaded
I might get caught in the moment
Fuck nigga die for approaching
Click full of soldiers
Wet up that lil nigga top
Burry
"What the fuck?"
By 9 PM I need a possible bitch at the crib (fuck)
Hop up in the sleigh with a big bag of gifts (fuck)
I don't put my time into
relationship and feeling caught up,
Cause I been there, you can ask Sebas
Or read it in my journals better have a big glass
Of that whiskey, or bourbon
All
Flushing, Marcy, Notia, Myrtle and Park
Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
Thats why the Johnny gun I'm holding
Wet niggas up like
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
boy C-Prince in shot
Get him, off-white wrap on a big body Tesla
Bitch see me walkin', she know that I'm next up
Swing me the ball and I'm tellin
get caught up in feelings over these hoes
You talk too much I say less she say you be doing the most
She fuck with me I stay bless I can fly her coast
What Big Texas be saying? Man, I'll tell you, what? Tell me
What's the word up witcho' bitch? (what)
Stackin' money till I'm rich (okay)
Pussy
you're caught up in your fear
But I hope you remember that Jesus said "I'm always here"
He's been there all along
Since you took your breath to the moment
tote yo' shit
We 'bout to get mo' rich, c'mon
Let's close the club, c'mon
Fuck the place up, c'mon
Shake yo' nasty ass
And make it swing all around,
tote yo' shit
We 'bout to get mo' rich, c'mon
Let's close the club, c'mon
Fuck the place up, c'mon
Shake yo' nasty ass
And make it swing all around,
Don't get lost in that moment
I can change your mind
Girl Don't get caught in that moment
You gone won't this for life
I see that yo heart not open
strokin', damn, I love that dick
Yeah, we ridin' in this foreign car, blicks big as shit
Handboy still in the stash with 30 in the clip
Double up, 10 plus 11,
up, I don' picked up
Caught the Louis bag for the blue bought
Nigga I'm rich as fuck, on God
Young nigga, rich as fuck (What?)
Young nigga, lit as fuck
shit
Hood Baby a star, real shooting star
I'm a young rich nigga with a bag and with the shits
Keep a deuce once you're located in the 6
Got Georgia
hey, hey)
I can't walk up in that club if I ain't get that backend (give me that)
They was at the club on live, we caught them bitches lackin' (cap)
it happen
It's West Side nigga, This drive-by is what's crackin'
And the corners is gettin' caught off
The funeral homes is gettin' rich off
and depressed
I been rich longer than I been broke, I confess
I started out broke, got rich, lost paper then made it back
Like Trump being up down up, play with
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
a piggy bank
Caught her with her head up funny stomach from the hunger pains
Flashed automatic be -boy with big visions
In a matchbox apartment adjacent
down
Down
Neck so icy tho
Yeah I changed my prices hoes
Doing ten for a show
Somewhere up in Idaho
Hell yea bitch
They dont even know im hot
Just wait
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