No Hook
I get t'd
Yea I'm t'd up
Niggas know me
Gettin' this money, I reup
Pocket is full, you see us, I be on go
I'm on the road
Westside motherland hands up
203 where I got my bands up
I fuck on a baddie, you fuck on a thottie, cannot relate
Niggas is lame I ain't jackin' it
Gettin' this money we stackin' it
Your bitch took a kneel just like Kaepernick
I'm with my bro on some reckless shit
Spending my paycheck on jewelry
I spend my rap check on foolery
I'm on some lavish shit
I'm with my savages niggas is hoes, your hoe wanna fuck on my bro
Young nigga I be on different wave
Where I'm from young niggas let it spray
Up in your face
You had to say grace
I used to pray for them better days
Niggas they talking, they ain't bout shit
I want the cake like a fat boy
I did the digital dash
I'm countin' cash
Bitches is fucking for bag
Talking bout Louis and Gucci
She want them Fendi and Prada
She ask me for money, I be like nada
Ballin, I'm ballin' like KD
Play for the A team
These bitches tryna to play me
She said she love me, you know I ain't cuffin'
Straight from the bottom
I put in work
I'm from the dirt
I used to struggle
Remember them days my stomach was hurtin'
Pockets on low
I was with bro
Rich that's the bro, Dope that's the bro, Blaise that's the bro, Garf that's the bro
We gettin' dough
Yea I'm t'd up
Niggas know me
Gettin' this money, I reup
Pocket is full, you see us, I be on go
I'm on the road
Westside motherland hands up
203 where I got my bands up
I fuck on a baddie, you fuck on a thottie, cannot relate
Niggas is lame I ain't jackin' it
Gettin' this money we stackin' it
Your bitch took a kneel just like Kaepernick
I'm with my bro on some reckless shit
Spending my paycheck on jewelry
I spend my rap check on foolery
I'm on some lavish shit
I'm with my savages niggas is hoes, your hoe wanna fuck on my bro
Young nigga I be on different wave
Where I'm from young niggas let it spray
Up in your face
You had to say grace
I used to pray for them better days
Niggas they talking, they ain't bout shit
I want the cake like a fat boy
I did the digital dash
I'm countin' cash
Bitches is fucking for bag
Talking bout Louis and Gucci
She want them Fendi and Prada
She ask me for money, I be like nada
Ballin, I'm ballin' like KD
Play for the A team
These bitches tryna to play me
She said she love me, you know I ain't cuffin'
Straight from the bottom
I put in work
I'm from the dirt
I used to struggle
Remember them days my stomach was hurtin'
Pockets on low
I was with bro
Rich that's the bro, Dope that's the bro, Blaise that's the bro, Garf that's the bro
We gettin' dough
Credits
Writer(s): Mornah Togbah
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