Bacardi
Sipping on Bacardi
Getting closer to my spirits
Rolling off that fucking potion
I been thinking bout some money
I been thinking bout my niggas switching up I need no friends
I should've starting stacking money as a jhit back then
When a nigga ain't even here no rent
Crazy how when you fall off
Remember having all them bitches where the fuck then hoes went
Thinking back to my life
Steady praying for my future
Lowkey I feel chosen
I was waiting for my shot they ain't wanna past the rock when a nigga was open
Sipping on Bacardi
Getting closer to my Spirits
Rolling off that ducking potion
been thinking bout some money
I been thinking bout my niggas switching up I need no friends
I should've starting stacking money as a jhit back then
When a nigga ain't even here no rent
Crazy how when you fall off
Remember having all them bitches where the fuck then hoes went
Thinking back to my life
Steady praying for my future
Lowkey I feel chosen
I was waiting for my shot they ain't wanna past the rock when a nigga was open
Got me in my element
Feeling like a chemist
They say I got the gifted Gap
Should prolly see the dentist
People looking out for them
When I was looking out for them
Come to find Out in the end
Told me if you tryna eat
Then you got to get creep
So if it's bout some money
Guess we beefing bout a G
If you really fucking with
Hope you copping off of me
If you really fucking with me show a nigga how to eat
Getting closer to my spirits
Rolling off that fucking potion
I been thinking bout some money
I been thinking bout my niggas switching up I need no friends
I should've starting stacking money as a jhit back then
When a nigga ain't even here no rent
Crazy how when you fall off
Remember having all them bitches where the fuck then hoes went
Thinking back to my life
Steady praying for my future
Lowkey I feel chosen
I was waiting for my shot they ain't wanna past the rock when a nigga was open
Sipping on Bacardi
Getting closer to my Spirits
Rolling off that ducking potion
been thinking bout some money
I been thinking bout my niggas switching up I need no friends
I should've starting stacking money as a jhit back then
When a nigga ain't even here no rent
Crazy how when you fall off
Remember having all them bitches where the fuck then hoes went
Thinking back to my life
Steady praying for my future
Lowkey I feel chosen
I was waiting for my shot they ain't wanna past the rock when a nigga was open
Got me in my element
Feeling like a chemist
They say I got the gifted Gap
Should prolly see the dentist
People looking out for them
When I was looking out for them
Come to find Out in the end
Told me if you tryna eat
Then you got to get creep
So if it's bout some money
Guess we beefing bout a G
If you really fucking with
Hope you copping off of me
If you really fucking with me show a nigga how to eat
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Writer(s): Akeem Richards
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