Drive Late
Yeah
Yeah
Ohhh
2016 niggas
Year of the come up
Yeah
I ain't talkin' perfection baby
Talkin' bout the cracks and the flaws
Talkin' bout me, the big to the B-A-Z I'll back you off
Yeah a nigga got some stacks of that money
Plus a nigga got stacks of raw
I ain't really for the gossip money
I ain't really with it if no stack's involved
Yes a nigga got the stacks in the winter
Know a nigga bout the stacks in the fall
I'm talkin' bout racks on top of them
Racks On top of them racks yeah I ball
Wanna know what I live like money?
Guess a nigga always live like y'all
And sometimes when I grind man my money always get type tall
Movin' all of these grams nigga
Smokin' all of this land nigga
All this ice in my hand nigga
God I feel like that man jigga
I've been makin' this plan nigga
Getting cake with my clan nigga
Tryin' to take care of fam nigga
All a dream like my man bigga
I'm talkin' bout the glam Nigga
No big stress when you handlin' figures
Folks get left tryin' to scam on a Nigga
Move my niggas away from blammin' them triggers
So I hit em' with demands on the flow
Try to go get it with my mans that'll roll
Saw big visions that this man's gonna blow
Till that day come I'll be chasin' that dough
Let's go
What doesn't kill us could kill our pride
Force us to change our lives change our lives
Your money come short of course you'll be with it
Of course you'll be forced to go get it
Yeah
Ohhh
2016 niggas
Year of the come up
Yeah
I ain't talkin' perfection baby
Talkin' bout the cracks and the flaws
Talkin' bout me, the big to the B-A-Z I'll back you off
Yeah a nigga got some stacks of that money
Plus a nigga got stacks of raw
I ain't really for the gossip money
I ain't really with it if no stack's involved
Yes a nigga got the stacks in the winter
Know a nigga bout the stacks in the fall
I'm talkin' bout racks on top of them
Racks On top of them racks yeah I ball
Wanna know what I live like money?
Guess a nigga always live like y'all
And sometimes when I grind man my money always get type tall
Movin' all of these grams nigga
Smokin' all of this land nigga
All this ice in my hand nigga
God I feel like that man jigga
I've been makin' this plan nigga
Getting cake with my clan nigga
Tryin' to take care of fam nigga
All a dream like my man bigga
I'm talkin' bout the glam Nigga
No big stress when you handlin' figures
Folks get left tryin' to scam on a Nigga
Move my niggas away from blammin' them triggers
So I hit em' with demands on the flow
Try to go get it with my mans that'll roll
Saw big visions that this man's gonna blow
Till that day come I'll be chasin' that dough
Let's go
What doesn't kill us could kill our pride
Force us to change our lives change our lives
Your money come short of course you'll be with it
Of course you'll be forced to go get it
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