What Made Us
Yea in God eyes I was chosen for this shit yea yea
I done fucked the bitch one time prolly ain't give her kiss yea yea
Yea I done fucked the bitch one time I ain't give her kiss yea yea
Audemar all on a young nigga wrist yea yea
Yea I ain't takin no Ls I ain't never gon miss yea yea
Balenci on my shoes and my pants Rick yea yea
They don't love you till you really make it till yo ass rich yea yea
The pain in my eyes can't see but it's in my soul
Back then I was down
I was so broke
I had no clothes yea yea
I don't care bout that fame only want money
It cost zero dollars to keep it a hunned
I run to the money just like a track meet
None of these niggas could stop me
Shawty I'm in my own lane
Smokin that gas got propane
With the head she insane
I swear she usin her membrane
I put diamonds on my earring
Put baguettes all on my damn chain
And the money never made me change
Yea I stayed humble yea I stayed the same
Ain't no squares in my circle I barely got one yea
I used to pray for them racks and I just got some yea
If I go broke I'ma go back to robbin
I'ma put the black mask ain't no stoppin
Keep it a hunned with my gang
In a Mercedes Benz switchin lanes
Yea switchin lanes yea
If we talkin bout money I got it
Spend a couple racks just for my ring yea
Count up these racks you know I'ma do me
I make it stack with all blues and no green
I got Dior on my feet
And you know I don't do cheap
Yea know I don't do cheap
My main bitch just found out I done fucked a hoe last week
VV's out you know I am so icy
Yea my neck so froze you know you not cold like me
Yea young nigga blowin' up like volcano
Nigga blowin' up like volcano
Young nigga want the whole thang
Young nigga want the whole thang
Don't care none bout these hoes mane
Know that she just want me cause my bag
Know that she just want me cause my cash
Man I swear these hoes all the same
Playin games drivin me insane
And these lil kids they think I'm famous
Fuck the fame you know that shit ain't gon change us
Yea no matter what we do they still gon hate us
Yea but honestly I gotta say
That's what made us
Yea young nigga blowin' up like volcano
Nigga blowin' up like volcano
Young nigga want the whole thang
Young nigga want the whole thang
Don't care none bout these hoes mane
I done fucked the bitch one time prolly ain't give her kiss yea yea
Yea I done fucked the bitch one time I ain't give her kiss yea yea
Audemar all on a young nigga wrist yea yea
Yea I ain't takin no Ls I ain't never gon miss yea yea
Balenci on my shoes and my pants Rick yea yea
They don't love you till you really make it till yo ass rich yea yea
The pain in my eyes can't see but it's in my soul
Back then I was down
I was so broke
I had no clothes yea yea
I don't care bout that fame only want money
It cost zero dollars to keep it a hunned
I run to the money just like a track meet
None of these niggas could stop me
Shawty I'm in my own lane
Smokin that gas got propane
With the head she insane
I swear she usin her membrane
I put diamonds on my earring
Put baguettes all on my damn chain
And the money never made me change
Yea I stayed humble yea I stayed the same
Ain't no squares in my circle I barely got one yea
I used to pray for them racks and I just got some yea
If I go broke I'ma go back to robbin
I'ma put the black mask ain't no stoppin
Keep it a hunned with my gang
In a Mercedes Benz switchin lanes
Yea switchin lanes yea
If we talkin bout money I got it
Spend a couple racks just for my ring yea
Count up these racks you know I'ma do me
I make it stack with all blues and no green
I got Dior on my feet
And you know I don't do cheap
Yea know I don't do cheap
My main bitch just found out I done fucked a hoe last week
VV's out you know I am so icy
Yea my neck so froze you know you not cold like me
Yea young nigga blowin' up like volcano
Nigga blowin' up like volcano
Young nigga want the whole thang
Young nigga want the whole thang
Don't care none bout these hoes mane
Know that she just want me cause my bag
Know that she just want me cause my cash
Man I swear these hoes all the same
Playin games drivin me insane
And these lil kids they think I'm famous
Fuck the fame you know that shit ain't gon change us
Yea no matter what we do they still gon hate us
Yea but honestly I gotta say
That's what made us
Yea young nigga blowin' up like volcano
Nigga blowin' up like volcano
Young nigga want the whole thang
Young nigga want the whole thang
Don't care none bout these hoes mane
Credits
Writer(s): Dwayne Williams
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