GET Ahead
Gotta get it nigga
Gotta get it nigga
Gotta get it nigga, got to get it nigga
Got to do it man
Bitch im just doing me, got to get money
Its only right for me, fuck a hater fuck a bitch, about bread
One thing on my mind get ahead
Wtf going on yea, I'm on one
Light a nigga ass up sound like a drum
We don't speak no more, we just talk in sign, money on my mind
Yea i'm in the game, paper chasing
Still they hating want to block my shine
Eclipse on they ass, so I keep a nine
Bad bitch on my dick yea that pussy fine
Thinking I'm cuffing you, bitch your out your mind
I just got to get bread, but that's the only way
Fuck Being broke nigga where the fuck yea drought
Round this mother fucking stressing everyday
Need every dolla real estate
Up grade to a level but you fail to go
Motivated my self to get dough been ugly for a nigga
It's a fair game fuck all cut throat, trust none keep a gun
That's streets fronting to wack on the side nigga im booming
At least six packs double up, triple up
Yea bitch im back, fake nigga wanna real where they
Do not ah fall back, yall wack
Stating all facts in the streets nigga
Man you bound to sell crack money up to the chin
Gotta stack that
Gotta get it nigga
Gotta get it nigga, got to get it nigga
Got to do it man
Bitch im just doing me, got to get money
Its only right for me, fuck a hater fuck a bitch, about bread
One thing on my mind get ahead
Wtf going on yea, I'm on one
Light a nigga ass up sound like a drum
We don't speak no more, we just talk in sign, money on my mind
Yea i'm in the game, paper chasing
Still they hating want to block my shine
Eclipse on they ass, so I keep a nine
Bad bitch on my dick yea that pussy fine
Thinking I'm cuffing you, bitch your out your mind
I just got to get bread, but that's the only way
Fuck Being broke nigga where the fuck yea drought
Round this mother fucking stressing everyday
Need every dolla real estate
Up grade to a level but you fail to go
Motivated my self to get dough been ugly for a nigga
It's a fair game fuck all cut throat, trust none keep a gun
That's streets fronting to wack on the side nigga im booming
At least six packs double up, triple up
Yea bitch im back, fake nigga wanna real where they
Do not ah fall back, yall wack
Stating all facts in the streets nigga
Man you bound to sell crack money up to the chin
Gotta stack that
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Writer(s): Jeremy Purham
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