Used To
My whole neck and my wrist shine
Ain't Gotta worry bout me
I'm a get mine
Chasin after this money
Know I'm Runnin after a sack
You been hustling for a year
Why you Got the same pack?
I can see me in that Bentley with the curtains In the back
Real gas
Real pack
Nigga just relax
Thumbing thru these 50s
Got these 100s on the way
Betters days on the way
Told my niggas we gonna be straight
We gon be straight
Ain't wasting Time like I used to
I ain't living in the blind like I used to
Keep that money on my line
Like a Bluetooth
All I know is win
I can never lose
Took a couple loss
And it Turn me to a boss
Put ya bitch up in the loft
And I Made her take it off (Yeah)
20 thousand dead man
In a rubber band
Another 20
I put that in my momma hand
No time for playin
Worrying bout the other man
Too much soda in pot
It gon be like extra tan
Snakes in the grass
Better watch what you do
No more lint in my pocket
Like I used to
My whole neck and my wrist shine
Ain't Gotta worry bout me
I'm a get mine
Chasin after this money
Know I'm Runnin after a sack
You been hustling for a year
Why you Got the same pack?
I can see me in that Bentley with the curtains In the back
Real gas
Real pack
Nigga just relax
Thumbing thru these 50s
Got these 100s on the way
Betters days on the way
Told my niggas we gonna be straight
We gon be straight
Ain't Gotta worry bout me
I'm a get mine
Chasin after this money
Know I'm Runnin after a sack
You been hustling for a year
Why you Got the same pack?
I can see me in that Bentley with the curtains In the back
Real gas
Real pack
Nigga just relax
Thumbing thru these 50s
Got these 100s on the way
Betters days on the way
Told my niggas we gonna be straight
We gon be straight
Ain't wasting Time like I used to
I ain't living in the blind like I used to
Keep that money on my line
Like a Bluetooth
All I know is win
I can never lose
Took a couple loss
And it Turn me to a boss
Put ya bitch up in the loft
And I Made her take it off (Yeah)
20 thousand dead man
In a rubber band
Another 20
I put that in my momma hand
No time for playin
Worrying bout the other man
Too much soda in pot
It gon be like extra tan
Snakes in the grass
Better watch what you do
No more lint in my pocket
Like I used to
My whole neck and my wrist shine
Ain't Gotta worry bout me
I'm a get mine
Chasin after this money
Know I'm Runnin after a sack
You been hustling for a year
Why you Got the same pack?
I can see me in that Bentley with the curtains In the back
Real gas
Real pack
Nigga just relax
Thumbing thru these 50s
Got these 100s on the way
Betters days on the way
Told my niggas we gonna be straight
We gon be straight
Credits
Writer(s): David Blake Neesmith, Jay Brunswick, Joseph Driver Williams Iii
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