A Year Ago (feat. 93 Freak)

I remember that I was broke, that was a year ago, I ain't going back again
My niggas don't play by the rules, you come up short, on gang we after them
Nigga don't need no stylist, we profiling bad bitches from the island

Big body Benz, beep beep, I'm ina big truck like uncle willie
This gas on me this tank on E
Got my Foot on the gas for my bitch leave me

I ain't worried bout a bitch I rather chase a bag
I'm just speedin to the money I just pray I don't crash
My momma say slow down you living too fast
We was down bad but I promise we won't go back

I remember that I was broke, that was a year ago, I ain't going back again
My niggas don't play by the rules, you come up short, on gang we after them
Nigga don't need no stylist, we profiling bad bitches from the island

Money all on me I'm feeling crowded, really know the plug never need a outlet

Money gon keep comin, brinks truck
Momma said I'm moving too fast
Big booty bitches keep on callin my phone
Won't leave me alone, they tryna link up I ain't tryna cake up
Bae I ain't cheating on ya, they just hittin me up
Now you actin up

Now you actin all funny, Can't get my mind off the money
Back When I was broke you wasn't actin like dis
Matter of fact yeah you left me with shit

Now I'm back up on em, big dawg
Crossing niggas out, Chris Paul
Big crosses on me, Big God
You couldn't hear me back then but you see me now
You ain't feel me back then but you feel me now

I'm coming all out, with racks all out
Me and freak Goin up, can't keep tabs on us
Might never go Gold, I ain't selling my soul
Ion want these bitches, I just want these millions
I just wanna be the one to take care of my grandma children
And stack these millions for my great grandchildren

I hear these niggas poppin big cap
Tryna put on for these hoes, for what
If I see it I want I get it, run it back cause I know these niggas ain't listening cause

I remember that I was broke, that's was a year ago, I ain't going back again
My niggas don't play by the rules, you come up short, on gang we after them
Nigga don't need no stylist, we profiling bad bitches from the island

Money all on me I'm feeling crowded, really know the plug never need a outlet

Big body Benz, beep beep, I'm ina big truck like uncle willie
This gas on me this tank on E
Got my Foot on the gas for my bitch leave me

I ain't worried bout a bitch I rather chase a bag
I'm just speedin to the money I just pray I don't crash
My momma say slow down you living too fast
We was down bad but I promise we won't go back

I hit her one time and then you can get yo hoe back
I'ma big dawg but nigga I ain't Kojak
All I want is dead pres nickname me toe tag
Coming off the top nigga didn't say no cap
Nigga got bitch ways might get bitch slapped
Bitch in the back of the whip no kidnap
All I know is cream nigga where is the fetti
Came thru smashing like my name Richard Petty
Put it on the line nigga yeah we can bet it
If a nigga move wrong nigga where is the medic
My niggas the realest yeah nigga I said it
Been thru some hard times nigga I can't forget it
I'll do this shit again nigga never regret it
Now cash on demand nigga I can't do credit
All I know is win promise myself I will not lose again
And if she choose to leave, then fuck that bitch she'll never choose again
I really don't need no stylist too much money I'm start to feel crowded
Even before the pandemic a nigga couldn't touch me
Really got my own wave bout to kop a jet ski

I remember that I was broke, that's was a year ago, I ain't going back again
My niggas don't play by the rules, you come up short, on gang we after them
Nigga don't need no stylist, we profiling bad bitches from the island

Money all on me I'm feeling crowded, really know the plug never need a outlet