Earned It

Young Chop on the beat
Ayy, still the same young nigga
Ain't shit changed, young nigga
I'm still comin' 064, I still rep' 064, nigga
Still rep' 3hunna, nigga, I'm still 6hunna, nigga
Rest in peace Lil Steve nigga
Rest in peace Lil Moe nigga
Rest in peace all the guys
Rest in peace all niggas, rest in peace Big Glo nigga
Gang, gang, nigga, front street shit, 061 shit, nigga
Bang, bang, nigga, gang, gang, gang in this bitch, nigga (Bang!)

I got all my motherfucking jewelry on (jewelry on)
You can try to flex like your bitch ass want it (like your bitch ass want it, huh?)
You don't want these bullets flying like some comets (flying like some comets, bang-bang)
You a motherfucking frog little Kermit (you a Kermit, huh?)
I'm a glo' man, I don't need a garment (I don't need a garment)
And I'm hotter than a fucking furnace (hotter than a furnace)
Take a Tooka blunt then I burned it (Then I burned it)
And I spend this money 'cause I earned it ('Cause I earned it)

That bitch called me on the phone she ain't want shit (she don't want shit)
Told that bitch, "don't call my phone with all that nonsense" (Please don't call my phone with all that nonsense, yah)
I'm getting to that guap bitch, I be guaping (Listen to that guap, baby)
Smoking on this blunt, this shit stunky (This shit stank baby)
I mean skunky (gang, baby), I'm rolling with the funky (gang, baby)
Cops pull me over, they don't want shit (bang, bang, baby)
They just want to say they locked me up (Sosa, Sosa, Sosa)
'Cause they know I got a lot of bucks (Chief Sosa)
But I'm bonding right out, I ain't broke (I ain't broke, bitch)
Niggas ain't getting no money, it ain't a joke (It ain't a joke, bitch)
You better get some money for your momma or your hoe (bitch)
Boy, yo' ass better not be broke (bitch)
I spent four bands on a coat (on a Moncler)
I spent a fucking band on some loafs (on some God?)
I spent that hunnid' on my Air Force Ones (On my Ones, yeah)
To stomp a nigga in his Air Force Ones (in his Air Force One, yeah)
I don't need a jet, I want Air Force One (Air Force One, yeah)
I am fucking president and a sun (like Obama, yeah)
Sold a bitch for five thousand and left her one (I left for one, yeah)
And threw that fucking shit in the strip club (in the strip club, yeah)
Niggas flexing, this ain't what they want (ain't what they want)
I up this pump and fill a nigga up (fill that bitch ass up)
Riding down my block, no, this ain't what they want (squad, squad)
We up these pistols, hit a nigga up (Hit a nigga up, bang bang)

I got all my motherfucking jewelry on (jewelry on)
You can try to flex like your bitch ass want it (like you want it)
You don't want these bullets flying like some comets (flying like some comets)
You a motherfucking frog, little Kermit (still little Kermit)
I'm a glo' man, I don't need a garment (I don't need a garment)
And I'm hotter than a fucking furnace (than a chimney)
Take a Tooka blunt then I burned it (burn it like a chimney)
And I spend this money 'cause I earned it ('Cause I earned it and you feel it)

Smoking dope like a chimney (Like a chimney)
TEC on my hip, that means that it's feeling me (It's feeling Keith)
These niggas ain't no kin to me, no friend to me (hell nah)
These nigga fucking enemies (bang, bang!)
Ayy, the beat go off?, ayy
Ayy, I up it then my heat go off (bang)
I heard he do that sneaky talk (huh? huh?)
I heard he was a sneaky dawg
I up this fucking .40 then I speak it dawg
Me, I take naps and you a sleepy dawg (huh?)
Catch yo' ass in the back, shoot up your fe-fe dawg (Dadah?)
.223 is at your neck, breathing dawg? (bang-bang)
Nigga, don't even sneeze, I get to squeezing, dawg (bang-bang)
My little bitch a vet, she said she need a dawg (gang gang)
She know I get them checks and I don't speak at all (Gan?)
Some bitches bully me and Justin Bieber y'all (gang)
I'm in the kitchen cooking Justin Bieber y'all (skrr, skrr)
I ain't got none of them shades, I'm still not seeing y'all (nah)
Lil' bitch I'm glo', I don't want to be with y'all (nah)
White Air Force Ones, 'cause that's how I'm feeling y'all (yah)
I'm from Chiraq where they be killing y'all (bah)
All these fuck niggas and they feeling hard (huh, huh?)
I'm laughing to the bank like "ha-ha-ha-ha" (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!)
And I got my Glock and this bitch, click-clack pow, pow, pow, pow
(pow, pow, pow, pow, nigga)

I got all my motherfucking jewelry on (jewelry on)
You can try to flex like your bitch ass want it (Bitch ass want it, huh?)
You don't want these bullets flying like some comets (Flying like some comets)
You a motherfucking frog, little Kermit (That's lil' Kermit, huh?)
I'm a glo' man, I don't need a garment (I don't need garment, huh?)
And I'm hotter than a fucking furnace (than a fucking chimney)
Take a Tooka blunt then I burned it (then I burned it, huh?)
And I spend this money 'cause I earned it ('Cause I earned it, huh?)

Ayy, gang-gang, nigga
Gang-gang, nigga
Ayy, gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch
Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch
Gang-gang



Credits
Writer(s): Tyree Lamar Pittman, Keith Cozart, Chris Thomas Barnett, Tyrone Pittman
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