Ain't Going Out Sad
YPC
82
Gang
I ain't going out sad I ain't going out sad
Nigga I'm all in my bag counting these racks finna go fuck up this cash
Fuck up this cash
Nigga I'm all in my bag counting these racks finna go fuck up this cash
Niggas going out sad, losing they Mind these niggas they know they gone crash
I ain't going out sad I ain't going out sad I ain't going out sad I ain't going out sad
Fuck up this check let get to this paper
It's all about money I ain't thinking bout haters
She calling my phone, I'll talk to you later
Lets take a lil trip, she want Me take her
I ain't going out sad I ain't going out sad I ain't going sad I ain't going out sad
All of y'all hater y'all gotta stop hating
Ain't tucking my chain little nigga come take it
Ain't speaking on money it's back to the basic
Niggas be faking they never gone make it
I'm back on the road from city to city
Niggas ain't with me niggas be switching
Chasing that bag, I'm chasing the riches
Dying to love like 2pac and biggie
Run up them racks today
Won't catch me lack today
She running her mouth had to make that hoe shut up, and do what daddy say
I get to bag, we running the city, y'all boy y'all better pray
These niggas be mad, that money keep stacking, y'all boys don't have to hate
We taking taking a trip, let's go
I'm copping them jays, retros
I play with that kitty, hello
You niggas ain't wit it, hell no
Them niggas gone gone talk, you know they gone talk, until this shit get violent
Talking that shit behind yo back but In yo face they smiling
Momma I love you, I'm never gone leave, put nothing above you
That girl said fuck you, don't matter to me I never could trust you
He said it's up dude, my niggas on go, my niggas gone buss too
And we gone rush you, we calling a blitz, that nigga gone touch who
Nigga I'm all in my bag counting these racks finna go fuck up this cash
Niggas going out sad, losing they Mind these niggas they know they gone crash
I ain't going out sad I ain't going out sad I ain't going out sad I ain't going out sad
Fuck up this check let get to this paper
It's all about money I ain't thinking bout haters
She calling my phone, I'll talk to you later
Lets take a lil trip, she want Me take her
I ain't going out sad I ain't going out sad I ain't going sad I ain't going out sad
82
Gang
I ain't going out sad I ain't going out sad
Nigga I'm all in my bag counting these racks finna go fuck up this cash
Fuck up this cash
Nigga I'm all in my bag counting these racks finna go fuck up this cash
Niggas going out sad, losing they Mind these niggas they know they gone crash
I ain't going out sad I ain't going out sad I ain't going out sad I ain't going out sad
Fuck up this check let get to this paper
It's all about money I ain't thinking bout haters
She calling my phone, I'll talk to you later
Lets take a lil trip, she want Me take her
I ain't going out sad I ain't going out sad I ain't going sad I ain't going out sad
All of y'all hater y'all gotta stop hating
Ain't tucking my chain little nigga come take it
Ain't speaking on money it's back to the basic
Niggas be faking they never gone make it
I'm back on the road from city to city
Niggas ain't with me niggas be switching
Chasing that bag, I'm chasing the riches
Dying to love like 2pac and biggie
Run up them racks today
Won't catch me lack today
She running her mouth had to make that hoe shut up, and do what daddy say
I get to bag, we running the city, y'all boy y'all better pray
These niggas be mad, that money keep stacking, y'all boys don't have to hate
We taking taking a trip, let's go
I'm copping them jays, retros
I play with that kitty, hello
You niggas ain't wit it, hell no
Them niggas gone gone talk, you know they gone talk, until this shit get violent
Talking that shit behind yo back but In yo face they smiling
Momma I love you, I'm never gone leave, put nothing above you
That girl said fuck you, don't matter to me I never could trust you
He said it's up dude, my niggas on go, my niggas gone buss too
And we gone rush you, we calling a blitz, that nigga gone touch who
Nigga I'm all in my bag counting these racks finna go fuck up this cash
Niggas going out sad, losing they Mind these niggas they know they gone crash
I ain't going out sad I ain't going out sad I ain't going out sad I ain't going out sad
Fuck up this check let get to this paper
It's all about money I ain't thinking bout haters
She calling my phone, I'll talk to you later
Lets take a lil trip, she want Me take her
I ain't going out sad I ain't going out sad I ain't going sad I ain't going out sad
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Writer(s): Corey Alston
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