Lyrics:
Take it quick that shit ain't funny
If she gon get all of this cash
Then I'm gon put it in her (Woah!)
Used to dream about hit songs
Now imma start
at this rate
Have 20 fights up to date
And yes you still are a slave
Hey at least that's a lil money to save
But then you blown it on some weed and gin
Get
(Yea)
(I feel in love with the benjamins)
I fell in love with the Benjamins
Got no more feelings in my heart bitch it's evident
In my bag, this drip
you get that work off, on the block, boy
I don't fuck with hi-points, this a Glock, boy
And I'm a Soulja Livin' Tru, that's off top, boy
I got a 40
the king, they gon' drop you and who next to you, nigga (go get 'em)
Unc' said Lil T, "Get ahead of them niggas"
When you take off, don't look back and try
drinks
Don’t talk in court rooms checc my records
Lil red head dot ya face no freccles
Intentional moves this chess not checcers
My hustle go dumb yeah
Vert
Then I get my Red Eye, I pull off and skrt'
Lil Ace back to back, like it’s baby on baby
I keep popping Xans, got me feeling so lazy
I can’t fuck
no other way around
Swear I'm the hottest I'm not scared to say it now
I got some pain get on beats and I let out
I'm in a trance like I'm acting in
caressin ya thigh
I don't care she gotta a kid that's life so hey
And plus I like lil' man I wanted kids anyway
G5 take off baby let's get away
Private
caressin ya thigh
I don't care she gotta a kid that's life so hey
And plus I like lil' man I wanted kids anyway
G5 take off baby let's get away
Private
miss throw it back
Hold me down when im off grass
Mind is floating by
See you in another life
Running though dreams like a mother fucking omen
Thinking
I threw the clips in the Mac
Start lettin' off frustration
It's better than incarceration any day
We gonn' die anyway
So if I go out blastin', call it
at night I was hungry as fuck
Plottin' on how to turn noodles to big meals
They may say that it's hot in this bitch
But this cold young nigga can turn up
ride
Nigga playin both sides
Not my guys
If ah nigga is he ain't my guy
Cut em off quick no Archive
You Cant get a new chance it won't fly
Not on this
what this bread'll do (Money money)
She took me in the backroom said see what this head'll do
Run it, run it, bitch run it
Hundred thousand in
Yeah, this shit not a game, I do this for the gang
Yeah, if I get a mil, I'ma split it with my gang
You not in the circle cause you started acting
The only way you get attention is by saying my name
And you can never take my spot lil nigga so why bother
All this hate towards me when you should be
racks and get hit for em
Paraphernalia you got booked for it
I do this shit for my niggas thats locked in the cage
Million ways out to get paid
Talking
other night
Man, I fuckin' love this life
Put it down and these hoes say they love the pipe
No, I'm not the bring back to your mother type, no
Off
' something, I don't play by the check
This shit getting sick, bout my dog need a vet, curving a hoe do the dash in the Vette
Knock out the park in the dark, I'm
Like fucc you talking extended the clip I'm taking off ligaments by the pound
These niggas be pressed
Cuz I'm in my bag and my foot on they necc
Likeeee
my life it made me realize
Dat I can't live without you in my life
I called your name when lil Andre died I'm still struggling tryna get it right,
I'm
some Casamigos girl, taste that
This ain't finding Nemo, don't chase that
It go straight to her head like face mask
Yea
When she get off of the Migos
Want this shit come get it
Lil hoe just wanna fuck
Cause she keep flashing me her titties
On skully shit just me and twin
The littest in the bitty
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