Alpha Bet$
Big dog
I was caught on the leash
Stand tall
Want it all for my niece
Big plays
Cause we all want a piece
Oh, Kay
Momma want it capeesh
Pay day
Know I'm all bout the cheese
Blue faces grinning at me
Money chasin'
That's what I need
Money makin'
Put that on me
Gotta stack my bread
Gotta keep my head
Ain't got shit to lose
Ain't got shit to prove
Now I'm on my way
What they all gon say
What did I tell you
Momma raised no fool
Young Seuss from the bottom
I told you
Light tracks got me feeling like Goku
Had work one block from the whole foods
Now that's just something the hoes do
Few years
You could call me a mogul
Two hands
If he getting too vocal
Can't shake your hand
I don't know you
Global
I ain't plotting for local
Bigger plans
Imma Sprint to the mission
No michelin
Till a nigga retire with 50Ms
Making sure that they never forget again
So my family ain't hitting no licks again
Couple Qs we was serving to many men
To top from the bottomless pit again
With the bros
I ain't asking for shit for friends
When you hear this
Just know I'm on shit again
It's the struggle that made me
Point Guard
People do me like KD
I'm lost
Man you people amaze me
One law
Through it all I remain me
Too fake
Bet they all wanna Drake me
Too late
Ain't no later to thank me
Big facts
I could see it in Macy's
Lit tracks
Make it harder to hate me
Big dog
I was caught on the leash
Stand tall
Want it all for my niece
Big plays
Cause we all want a piece
Oh, Kay
Momma want it capeesh
Pay day
Know I'm all bout the cheese
Blue faces grinning at me
Money chasin'
That's what I need
Money makin'
Put that on me
Gotta stack my bread
Gotta keep my head
Ain't got shit to lose
Ain't got shit to prove
Now I'm on my way
What they all gon say
What did I tell you
Momma raised no fool
Ouuu damn
New song
New Drip
Batter up
Nice pitch
Light swing
Big kick
Home run
Big hit
Damn
Cold flow
Cold bitch
GC
Nice pics
Same gang
Same glitz
New phone
Who this
Damn
I be way too focused
If the hoes ain't notice
Keep the bros stay closest
Keep it low stay toking
Damn
I got mad emotion
Recipe my potion
Treat the cash like lotion
Please don't think I'm joking
Fam
IV that's my brother he next to me
He's next for the bitches who texting
GC know that he got the sets with me
Cash crew cause the gang gotta flex with me
Times hard never knowing what's next for me
Sneeze hard
Now the Lord really blessing me
Grind hard
No sleep
What the message be
No room for the negative energy
I was caught on the leash
Stand tall
Want it all for my niece
Big plays
Cause we all want a piece
Oh, Kay
Momma want it capeesh
Pay day
Know I'm all bout the cheese
Blue faces grinning at me
Money chasin'
That's what I need
Money makin'
Put that on me
Gotta stack my bread
Gotta keep my head
Ain't got shit to lose
Ain't got shit to prove
Now I'm on my way
What they all gon say
What did I tell you
Momma raised no fool
Young Seuss from the bottom
I told you
Light tracks got me feeling like Goku
Had work one block from the whole foods
Now that's just something the hoes do
Few years
You could call me a mogul
Two hands
If he getting too vocal
Can't shake your hand
I don't know you
Global
I ain't plotting for local
Bigger plans
Imma Sprint to the mission
No michelin
Till a nigga retire with 50Ms
Making sure that they never forget again
So my family ain't hitting no licks again
Couple Qs we was serving to many men
To top from the bottomless pit again
With the bros
I ain't asking for shit for friends
When you hear this
Just know I'm on shit again
It's the struggle that made me
Point Guard
People do me like KD
I'm lost
Man you people amaze me
One law
Through it all I remain me
Too fake
Bet they all wanna Drake me
Too late
Ain't no later to thank me
Big facts
I could see it in Macy's
Lit tracks
Make it harder to hate me
Big dog
I was caught on the leash
Stand tall
Want it all for my niece
Big plays
Cause we all want a piece
Oh, Kay
Momma want it capeesh
Pay day
Know I'm all bout the cheese
Blue faces grinning at me
Money chasin'
That's what I need
Money makin'
Put that on me
Gotta stack my bread
Gotta keep my head
Ain't got shit to lose
Ain't got shit to prove
Now I'm on my way
What they all gon say
What did I tell you
Momma raised no fool
Ouuu damn
New song
New Drip
Batter up
Nice pitch
Light swing
Big kick
Home run
Big hit
Damn
Cold flow
Cold bitch
GC
Nice pics
Same gang
Same glitz
New phone
Who this
Damn
I be way too focused
If the hoes ain't notice
Keep the bros stay closest
Keep it low stay toking
Damn
I got mad emotion
Recipe my potion
Treat the cash like lotion
Please don't think I'm joking
Fam
IV that's my brother he next to me
He's next for the bitches who texting
GC know that he got the sets with me
Cash crew cause the gang gotta flex with me
Times hard never knowing what's next for me
Sneeze hard
Now the Lord really blessing me
Grind hard
No sleep
What the message be
No room for the negative energy
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Writer(s): Darien Lowe
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