Code

Mmmhmm, mmmhmm, no cap yessir
This off the top nah' this not a recital
Don't ride on this wave, this is not tidal
Never lie to my bitch keep my hand on the Bible
The streets never safe, you out for survival
Gotta work hard if you really tryna win
Keep my mind on the money, like I never had no cents
Shawty keep your ears open cause I'm really tryna vent
It's gang over love like Brent
Lost my brotha last year I'm traumatized
You can see the pain running thru my eyes
Don't be surprised, I get that bag for my guys
Shit cut me deep I couldn't cry
Went from noodles to lobster with crab on the side
Been gassing all day and I'm not even tired
This shit can get liver just pass me the bottle
I hit from the back, she walk with a waddle
Rock Cartier frames they look just like goggles
Keep the mask on, we look just like doctors
I'm cracking her spine, she look just like Crocker
She digging this drip, I'm doing it proper
My worth cost more than this income
Ima stand on that shit nothin' less
Ain't with the scamming shit, I'm bout a bag
I just need a blue check

I just need a blue check, I need a gold ticket
She don't really want my love, she just gold diggin'
In a foreign doing donuts we just road ripping
I ain't tryna make love, I need four minutes
Ok now it's time to go, she don't really wanna leave
Bitch you gotta go
I slid in her DM's hit her friend like yo
I just spent a rack on my coat
Never cross my brotha' thats code

We gone ride with the top down in the A-town
Then we gone head to the south
We ain't chasing no clout, I put my kids in her mouth
Bitch get outta my house
My loyalty deep don't you fold
All my niggas get money thats code
Shawty got slime on ha' nose
I just want the sloppy like joe
Whole team on go
I been counting these racks thats my habit
My bitch she the baddest, she rocking the latest of fashion
You see me in action
I'm smoking on cabbage
You can find me on apes of the planet
We lit we want all the smoke
My dawg get a mill he gone blow
She like it rough so my hands on her throat
Not enough bands I need more
Got three full pockets, I need four
On the way to the bank, I needa roll
Yeah I need a bankroll
Never tricking off no money on a stank hoe
I'm good, aint no where that I can't go

I just need a blue check, I need a gold ticket
She don't really want my love, she just gold diggin'
In a foreign doing donuts we just road ripping
I ain't tryna make love, I need four minutes
Ok now it's time to go, she don't really wanna leave
Bitch you gotta go
I slid in her DM's hit her friend like yo
I just spent a rack on my coat
Never cross my brotha' thats code

I just need a blue check, I need a gold ticket
She don't really want my love, she just gold diggin'
In a foreign doing donuts we just road ripping
I ain't tryna make love, I need four minutes
Ok now it's time to go, she don't really wanna leave



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Morgan
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