Alike
Them niggas coming for mine
I call my brother I promise that nigga gon slide ya
I need it now cant fuck with waiting in line
Surfing the crowd running the bank to the sky
Lately been stunting in Cville I gotta be real
Coolan wit shorty she look like Aaliyah
And we just be kicking it just like Adidas
I buy her designer know how to treat her
Im heating up like I got a fever
Cartier frames I cant even see ya
Hate on the gang but they wanna be us
Cold hearted I need me a Moncler
Just know I'm running it up
And you getting touched if you try to cross me
I just need my money up
I ball with the green just like im in Boston
My brother ao he been had my back
I knew that nigga was solid
Broke was never an option
Last year I ran it up straight to the bank
I need it more and more
My granny told me I was gon be great
She prayed to the Lord Lord
Ya wanna give my family everything we couldn't afford
I told my mama she don't got to worry no more more
Ya I just be focused on guala
Not money please don't even holla
Ya we eating like Benihana
I been said im not w the drama
I just be focused on commas
They never believed in me
No im who they wanna be
You wouldn't believe how them niggas treated me
Just took a flight to Belize
Now im on a beach you niggas won't hearing me
No nigga can put fear in me
I know them hating niggas fearing me
Lame nigga said he balling
Put on a front you ride the pine
Lame bitches keep calling
Im hanging up get off my line
And I keep stalling rolling the blunt
I need a light
Pullup a foreign I ride ya
We are not nothing Alike
You were never down bad w the bros
So you cant count cash w the bros
My brotha he pullup shooting like a gym
He aint passing no more
They said wavey put me on with drip
You too fashionable
I move casual bad bitch just said im admirable
Cant wait til I go on a tour and Im w the gang
Feel like im Jordan go through the paint
I hit the store Im dripping Dior
The haters like there go that fuck nigga Wayve
Im getting money the end of the day
Why would I care what a fuck nigga say
Why would I care what a broke nigga think
Ima just laugh all the way to the bank
Thinking how could I ever trade my dogs
I was just thinking how could I ever take that loss
Niggas claim they real but really aint got no heart
Straight fraud
I call my brother I promise that nigga gon slide ya
I need it now cant fuck with waiting in line
Surfing the crowd running the bank to the sky
Lately been stunting in Cville I gotta be real
Coolan wit shorty she look like Aaliyah
And we just be kicking it just like Adidas
I buy her designer know how to treat her
Im heating up like I got a fever
Cartier frames I cant even see ya
Hate on the gang but they wanna be us
Cold hearted I need me a Moncler
Just know I'm running it up
And you getting touched if you try to cross me
I just need my money up
I ball with the green just like im in Boston
My brother ao he been had my back
I knew that nigga was solid
Broke was never an option
Last year I ran it up straight to the bank
I need it more and more
My granny told me I was gon be great
She prayed to the Lord Lord
Ya wanna give my family everything we couldn't afford
I told my mama she don't got to worry no more more
Ya I just be focused on guala
Not money please don't even holla
Ya we eating like Benihana
I been said im not w the drama
I just be focused on commas
They never believed in me
No im who they wanna be
You wouldn't believe how them niggas treated me
Just took a flight to Belize
Now im on a beach you niggas won't hearing me
No nigga can put fear in me
I know them hating niggas fearing me
Lame nigga said he balling
Put on a front you ride the pine
Lame bitches keep calling
Im hanging up get off my line
And I keep stalling rolling the blunt
I need a light
Pullup a foreign I ride ya
We are not nothing Alike
You were never down bad w the bros
So you cant count cash w the bros
My brotha he pullup shooting like a gym
He aint passing no more
They said wavey put me on with drip
You too fashionable
I move casual bad bitch just said im admirable
Cant wait til I go on a tour and Im w the gang
Feel like im Jordan go through the paint
I hit the store Im dripping Dior
The haters like there go that fuck nigga Wayve
Im getting money the end of the day
Why would I care what a fuck nigga say
Why would I care what a broke nigga think
Ima just laugh all the way to the bank
Thinking how could I ever trade my dogs
I was just thinking how could I ever take that loss
Niggas claim they real but really aint got no heart
Straight fraud
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Writer(s): Wayne Barnes
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