Can't Go Broke
I'm just tryna stay a float
Fuck you mean I can't go broke
I'm setting trends and selling dope
I want some m's
You want her throat
I wanna trap she wanna ball
I get dat money by da pound
I been counting up my rounds
U ain't even came around
I been fucking up the town
I hit da trap n do my rounds
I keep dat glock it gotta beam
Don't really care who run da streets
My Eyes lay low like i'm Chinese
My Trust fucked up, Ill bust ya
Fuck a friend, I can't trust ya
Where my bread at brudda
I been working extra harder
I'm just tryna stay a float
I got my middle finger up
When i'm trapping fuck da police
I'm just tryna ball like a young nigga Kobe
I meant to say Jordan cuz a young nigga 23
I just caught a play
I just made a quick 250
I been trapping daily ion give af if you don't shop
They gone come and get it
I ain't fucking tryna drive a car
I ain't tryna fucking see da cops
I'm tryna fucking hit the top
I'm just tryna stay a float
Fuck you mean I can't go broke
I'm setting trends and selling dope
I want some m's
You want her throat
I wanna trap she wanna ball
I get dat money by da pound
I been counting up my rounds
U ain't even came around
I been fucking up the town
I hit da trap n do my rounds
I keep dat glock it gotta beam
Don't really care who run da streets
My Eyes lay low like im Chinese
My Trust fucked up, Ill bust ya
Fuck a friend, I can't trust ya
Where my bread at brudda
Ya, Juno aye
I need my money
I ain't fronting
I'm in my mode still gunning
Yeah I been hustling since a youngin
Still trapping jugging onions
I came from capping
I ain't fronting
I'm still taxing getting money
I'm in my mode, I ain't fronting
On Trap Yeah!
I'ma need all mine nigga
I'ma shoot my shot and hit
Ain't saving no slut bitch
Ain't running outta money
I'ma get it right back
Ain't chilling with niggas
I'm selling this pack
Ain't blowing this money
I'm flipping these racks
Ain't riding wit niggas
I ride with my strap!
I'm just tryna stay a float
Fuck you mean I can't go broke
I'm setting trends and selling dope
I want some m's
You want her throat
I wanna trap she wanna ball
I get dat money by da pound
I been counting up my rounds
U ain't even came around
I been fucking up the town
I hit da trap n do my rounds
I keep dat glock it gotta beam
Don't really care who run da streets
My Eyes lay low like i'm Chinese
My Trust fucked up, Ill bust ya
Fuck a friend, I can't trust ya
Where my bread at brudda
Fuck you mean I can't go broke
I'm setting trends and selling dope
I want some m's
You want her throat
I wanna trap she wanna ball
I get dat money by da pound
I been counting up my rounds
U ain't even came around
I been fucking up the town
I hit da trap n do my rounds
I keep dat glock it gotta beam
Don't really care who run da streets
My Eyes lay low like i'm Chinese
My Trust fucked up, Ill bust ya
Fuck a friend, I can't trust ya
Where my bread at brudda
I been working extra harder
I'm just tryna stay a float
I got my middle finger up
When i'm trapping fuck da police
I'm just tryna ball like a young nigga Kobe
I meant to say Jordan cuz a young nigga 23
I just caught a play
I just made a quick 250
I been trapping daily ion give af if you don't shop
They gone come and get it
I ain't fucking tryna drive a car
I ain't tryna fucking see da cops
I'm tryna fucking hit the top
I'm just tryna stay a float
Fuck you mean I can't go broke
I'm setting trends and selling dope
I want some m's
You want her throat
I wanna trap she wanna ball
I get dat money by da pound
I been counting up my rounds
U ain't even came around
I been fucking up the town
I hit da trap n do my rounds
I keep dat glock it gotta beam
Don't really care who run da streets
My Eyes lay low like im Chinese
My Trust fucked up, Ill bust ya
Fuck a friend, I can't trust ya
Where my bread at brudda
Ya, Juno aye
I need my money
I ain't fronting
I'm in my mode still gunning
Yeah I been hustling since a youngin
Still trapping jugging onions
I came from capping
I ain't fronting
I'm still taxing getting money
I'm in my mode, I ain't fronting
On Trap Yeah!
I'ma need all mine nigga
I'ma shoot my shot and hit
Ain't saving no slut bitch
Ain't running outta money
I'ma get it right back
Ain't chilling with niggas
I'm selling this pack
Ain't blowing this money
I'm flipping these racks
Ain't riding wit niggas
I ride with my strap!
I'm just tryna stay a float
Fuck you mean I can't go broke
I'm setting trends and selling dope
I want some m's
You want her throat
I wanna trap she wanna ball
I get dat money by da pound
I been counting up my rounds
U ain't even came around
I been fucking up the town
I hit da trap n do my rounds
I keep dat glock it gotta beam
Don't really care who run da streets
My Eyes lay low like i'm Chinese
My Trust fucked up, Ill bust ya
Fuck a friend, I can't trust ya
Where my bread at brudda
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Writer(s): Marcus Thompson
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