How It Gotta Be
Yeah
Yaaaaaaa!
(MADE MEN!)
Get high with me (high)
Drank with me (Drank)
I put some 4's on the Bentley
Come and ride with me
(SRKT SRKT)
She looked at (She looking)
She leave with me (She gone!)
She did the whole 9 yards
Now that bih gotta leave (Gone!)
Smoke with me (Smoke)
No smoke for free (NEVA!)
All my guns is illegal like they 17 (CHEYA)
Please believe (please believe)
No make believe
(No make believe)
Yeah, money over bitches how it's gotta be
We got your main running scrimmage
Yeah she picking teams
(She Picking)
Bitch ain't no break up
Then we make up
This ain't maybelline (Naaa)
Never sugar coat it
Call me anti Willy wonka
These niggas playing
What I'm saying is I keep a thumper
Keep a bitch (Chea)
Switching hoes like draws up on my ass
Stupid smart (Chea)
Went straight to school for the math class
Rain man (Rain)
Eye balling
Fuck a triple beam
Prime time (Ceah)
Fuck all that sipping bitch we drank the lean
Fish fillet
Got so much bread call it fish sticks
Real shit
If I ain't like ya
I probably fuck ya bitch
Zone 4 (4)
Ben Hill
Straight from west side
Get cha money (Get it)
Like Instagram bitch we going live
Pillow talking (Wha?)
Run up on you with a pillow case
Ya main a thot (Haa!)
Go head and ask her how that D taste
Pillow talking (Wha?)
Run up on you with a pillow case
Ya main a thot (Haa!)
Go head and ask her how that D taste
Get high with me (high)
Drank with me (Drank)
I put some 4's on the Bentley
Come and ride with me
(SRKT SRKT)
She looked at (She looking)
She leave with me (She gone!)
She did the whole 9 yards
Now that bih gotta leave (Gone!)
Smoke with me (Smoke)
No smoke for free (NEVA!)
All my guns is illegal like they 17 (CHEYA)
Please believe (please believe)
No make believe
(No make believe)
Yeah, money over bitches how it's gotta be
I gets money and it's longer then hypothenuse (hypothenuse)
Niggas call me bishop with the gun
Cause I got the juice
(I got the juice)
I got that white like OJ Simpson bronco
(SRKT SRKT SRRRR)
I wrote a book
It's called tales from the bando (Yah)
My bread Colonial I throw it to you Pigeons (Yaaaa!)
Pose for the camera
Cause the feds taking pictures
Micheal Jordan on my shoes and the bag
Triple MG on my neck and my hat
My bitch got a side bitch
That wanna do a 3 some (3some)
So I Michael Jackson thrilla and Manila how I beat em (I'm bad)
Tell ya man I want my money when I see em (get my money)
I don't play about my money
From the A.M. to the P.M.
(Wake yo ass up)
My bitch got a side bitch
To do a 3 some (3 some)
So I micheal Jackson thrilla and Manila how I beat em (I'm bad)
Tell ya man I want my money when I see em (Ya)
I don't play about my money
From the A.M. to the P.M.
(Buk Buk Buk Buk)
Get high with me (high)
Drank with me (Drank)
I put some 4's on the Bentley
Come and ride with me
(SRKT SRKT)
She looked at (She looking)
She leave with me (She gone!)
She did the whole 9 yards,
Now that bih gotta leave (Gone!)
Smoke with me (Smoke)
No smoke for free (NEVA!)
All my guns is illegal like they 17 (CHEYA)
Please believe (please believe)
No make believe
(No make believe)
Yeah, money over bitches how it's gotta be
Yaaaaaaa!
(MADE MEN!)
Get high with me (high)
Drank with me (Drank)
I put some 4's on the Bentley
Come and ride with me
(SRKT SRKT)
She looked at (She looking)
She leave with me (She gone!)
She did the whole 9 yards
Now that bih gotta leave (Gone!)
Smoke with me (Smoke)
No smoke for free (NEVA!)
All my guns is illegal like they 17 (CHEYA)
Please believe (please believe)
No make believe
(No make believe)
Yeah, money over bitches how it's gotta be
We got your main running scrimmage
Yeah she picking teams
(She Picking)
Bitch ain't no break up
Then we make up
This ain't maybelline (Naaa)
Never sugar coat it
Call me anti Willy wonka
These niggas playing
What I'm saying is I keep a thumper
Keep a bitch (Chea)
Switching hoes like draws up on my ass
Stupid smart (Chea)
Went straight to school for the math class
Rain man (Rain)
Eye balling
Fuck a triple beam
Prime time (Ceah)
Fuck all that sipping bitch we drank the lean
Fish fillet
Got so much bread call it fish sticks
Real shit
If I ain't like ya
I probably fuck ya bitch
Zone 4 (4)
Ben Hill
Straight from west side
Get cha money (Get it)
Like Instagram bitch we going live
Pillow talking (Wha?)
Run up on you with a pillow case
Ya main a thot (Haa!)
Go head and ask her how that D taste
Pillow talking (Wha?)
Run up on you with a pillow case
Ya main a thot (Haa!)
Go head and ask her how that D taste
Get high with me (high)
Drank with me (Drank)
I put some 4's on the Bentley
Come and ride with me
(SRKT SRKT)
She looked at (She looking)
She leave with me (She gone!)
She did the whole 9 yards
Now that bih gotta leave (Gone!)
Smoke with me (Smoke)
No smoke for free (NEVA!)
All my guns is illegal like they 17 (CHEYA)
Please believe (please believe)
No make believe
(No make believe)
Yeah, money over bitches how it's gotta be
I gets money and it's longer then hypothenuse (hypothenuse)
Niggas call me bishop with the gun
Cause I got the juice
(I got the juice)
I got that white like OJ Simpson bronco
(SRKT SRKT SRRRR)
I wrote a book
It's called tales from the bando (Yah)
My bread Colonial I throw it to you Pigeons (Yaaaa!)
Pose for the camera
Cause the feds taking pictures
Micheal Jordan on my shoes and the bag
Triple MG on my neck and my hat
My bitch got a side bitch
That wanna do a 3 some (3some)
So I Michael Jackson thrilla and Manila how I beat em (I'm bad)
Tell ya man I want my money when I see em (get my money)
I don't play about my money
From the A.M. to the P.M.
(Wake yo ass up)
My bitch got a side bitch
To do a 3 some (3 some)
So I micheal Jackson thrilla and Manila how I beat em (I'm bad)
Tell ya man I want my money when I see em (Ya)
I don't play about my money
From the A.M. to the P.M.
(Buk Buk Buk Buk)
Get high with me (high)
Drank with me (Drank)
I put some 4's on the Bentley
Come and ride with me
(SRKT SRKT)
She looked at (She looking)
She leave with me (She gone!)
She did the whole 9 yards,
Now that bih gotta leave (Gone!)
Smoke with me (Smoke)
No smoke for free (NEVA!)
All my guns is illegal like they 17 (CHEYA)
Please believe (please believe)
No make believe
(No make believe)
Yeah, money over bitches how it's gotta be
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Writer(s): Vince Bering
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