Solo

Tryna get the cash dawg Straight to the money Pull up to the addy And the fit is stuntin Cute girls all around Like playboy bunnies If you ain't come to help Then you ain't get nothin Used to rock solo Now I fuck four hoes Chillen with the same bros My gang stay ten toes Thousand dollar deal close Shoppin for some Louis clothes Try and do me dirty then yo ass get exposed And filled with bullet holes Choppa arrange your funeral I'm tryna get rich while you sittin in a cubicle Addicted to the wealth it's bad for my health I hop up on the track and I wanna rain hell Spittin shit from my past from the dope I would sell And the glock I'd carry by my seatbelt When I was down nobody woulda helped So ion fuck with no man from my past self Cause I got some homies now who ain't switch or tell Went to jail for my last bitch and she ain't even care I know some bitch fools who wrote statements They always on the same shit Keep movin stupid when you really shoulda changed it But now you're street famous Bitch is your alias You a rat too you luckily you ain't brainless How many times you got robbed with your ass on the pavement Used to rock solo Now I fuck four hoes Chillen with the same bros My gang stay ten toes Thousand dollar deal close Shoppin for some Louis clothes Try and do me dirty then yo ass get exposed And filled with bullet holes Choppa arrange your funeral I'm tryna get rich while you sittin in a cubicle I don't say I'm big shit Bitch I just am Makin money off the flip In an hour make a grand Double back for more Cause my custys like my fans I started makin money the trap changed my plans Had to get a second phone cause my line bumpin That's when I knew I made somethin out of nothin I stay on my grind cause I be money huntin Half of yall talk big game but be bluffin Used to rock solo Now I fuck four hoes Chillen with the same bros My gang stay ten toes Thousand dollar deal close Shoppin for some Louis clothes Try and do me dirty then yo ass get exposed And filled with bullet holes Choppa arrange your funeral I'm tryna get rich while you sittin in a cubicle Addicted to the wealth it's bad for my health I hop up on the track and I wanna rain hell Spittin shit from my past from the dope I would sell And the glock I'd carry by my seatbelt When I was down nobody woulda helped So ion fuck with no man from my past self Cause I got some homies now who ain't switch or tell Went to jail for my last bitch and she ain't even care I know some bitch fools who wrote statements They always on the same shit Keep movin stupid when you really shoulda changed it But now you're street famous Bitch is your alias You a rat too you luckily you ain't brainless How many times you got robbed with your ass on the pavement I don't say I'm big shit Bitch I just am Makin money off the flip In an hour make a grand Double back for more Cause my custys like my fans I started makin money the trap changed my plans Had to get a second phone cause my line bumpin That's when I knew I made somethin out of nothin I stay on my grind cause I be money huntin Half of yall talk big game but be bluffin