Strong Money (feat. Simbo)
Blue bills on me keep the heat on like the trap
My fingers getting cramps cuz I been counting all these racks
Four, five bands I'm sipping Fiji can't do tap
My music go around in the hood, like it's crack
My ex swear she too good for me, but she keep running back
Bro tryna leave them streets alone, but he keep running packs
When I feel like a boss I tell em put it on my tab
Cuz ain't nobody think that I was gon get on the map
I'm cooling wit my jits, so I ain't gotta say what's happening
Coming out the hood a nigga had to make it happen
I got Armani on my shades, so I don't do no cappin
I like to give my family gifts, so I had to get to rappin
Feel like a crackhead how I got all these expensive habits
I see yo girl she peeping me she wanna call me baby
Seem like everybody tryna say they know me lately
I like to mash em, no potatoes, but my life still gravy
I see the opposition and they steady tryna chase me
Too many exes bought a Lexus for the ones who raise me
Here all this talking it's just cap whoever say they made me
All these diamonds wit the boogers, sick like they got rabies
Nigga I been at the pump, cuz I'm gas gassed up
Couple homies in the back, n we finna run it up
My man said girl you gettin thick
Well baby baby uh it's money spent
I got long money, strong money, nigga wanna put me in a song money
You can't touch me, I'm on dummy
Me n Simbo run it up, cuz it's comin
It's comin
It's comin
It's comin
Bout to get these Benjamin's cuz that's how I be bummin
You be on my trail, nigga this ain't the L
Niggas be fake cuz they love the way I do it well
Time move fast, but that money slow
Nothin to do, gotta get up make it in the cold
My diamonds shine when I'm gettin real real bold
Sometimes I wine and dine like that Stella Rose
You work nine to five but I ain't finna close
Put ya glasses up we finna do a toast
Tie ya laces
Fix ya faces
Cuz we over here buckled down like braces
Cuz we over here buckled down like braces
Cuz we over here buckled down like braces
Cuz we over here buckled down like braces
Nigga I been at the pump cuz I'm gas gassed up
Couple homies in the back n we finna run it up
My man said girl you gettin thick
Well baby baby uh it's money spent
I got long money, strong money, nigga wanna put me in a song money
You can't touch me I'm on dummy
Me n Simbo run it up cuz it's comin
My fingers getting cramps cuz I been counting all these racks
Four, five bands I'm sipping Fiji can't do tap
My music go around in the hood, like it's crack
My ex swear she too good for me, but she keep running back
Bro tryna leave them streets alone, but he keep running packs
When I feel like a boss I tell em put it on my tab
Cuz ain't nobody think that I was gon get on the map
I'm cooling wit my jits, so I ain't gotta say what's happening
Coming out the hood a nigga had to make it happen
I got Armani on my shades, so I don't do no cappin
I like to give my family gifts, so I had to get to rappin
Feel like a crackhead how I got all these expensive habits
I see yo girl she peeping me she wanna call me baby
Seem like everybody tryna say they know me lately
I like to mash em, no potatoes, but my life still gravy
I see the opposition and they steady tryna chase me
Too many exes bought a Lexus for the ones who raise me
Here all this talking it's just cap whoever say they made me
All these diamonds wit the boogers, sick like they got rabies
Nigga I been at the pump, cuz I'm gas gassed up
Couple homies in the back, n we finna run it up
My man said girl you gettin thick
Well baby baby uh it's money spent
I got long money, strong money, nigga wanna put me in a song money
You can't touch me, I'm on dummy
Me n Simbo run it up, cuz it's comin
It's comin
It's comin
It's comin
Bout to get these Benjamin's cuz that's how I be bummin
You be on my trail, nigga this ain't the L
Niggas be fake cuz they love the way I do it well
Time move fast, but that money slow
Nothin to do, gotta get up make it in the cold
My diamonds shine when I'm gettin real real bold
Sometimes I wine and dine like that Stella Rose
You work nine to five but I ain't finna close
Put ya glasses up we finna do a toast
Tie ya laces
Fix ya faces
Cuz we over here buckled down like braces
Cuz we over here buckled down like braces
Cuz we over here buckled down like braces
Cuz we over here buckled down like braces
Nigga I been at the pump cuz I'm gas gassed up
Couple homies in the back n we finna run it up
My man said girl you gettin thick
Well baby baby uh it's money spent
I got long money, strong money, nigga wanna put me in a song money
You can't touch me I'm on dummy
Me n Simbo run it up cuz it's comin
Credits
Writer(s): Jania Henderson, Simeon Henderson
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