Funds
Um, as in...
I came a long way
Yeah, pussy ain't here, they be hatin'
Ay, save man's hoes and he try takin' my bodies away
Yeah, you know I had the team and my, my hood
Everybody have to bite on these bitches...
Walk-up at Saks and spent eighty grand
It won't be the ops
Broke ass nigga start to diss, he a fag
Tell the young nigga just stop
And I been getting money since I learned that I can
Tell the one that wouldn't help me that it would cost mate
I be switching up the mode on arrive, sayin'-
Holding on to my pole on my side bae
Different type of flex I don't need more cars (slime)
Red, green flag, he a gang member (mine)
That's my bruh, and I'ma paint with him
He don' fuck a nigga up, keep a stain with him
You ain't finna score shit, shouldn't have came with him
Post up with the sticks, more gangstas
Fake bitch, kill them all, they some lane switchers
My clique sеnd them all at your main niggas
Top of the business, I got morе points then a bing-bang
Tat your arm up, 'fore you sure to lose kick-back
Layin' on my grave, nigga, chain won't hit
Scary ass nigga, got no aim, how you miss that?
Murder through any hood, same with Big Hat?
X shit, my little nigga, SoWee, bang cocktails
White shit, talking to the killers up in Glendale
You ain't got to check shit, that was the sick will
Count a million cash got the time going slow
Drugs keep a nigga calm from the shit I've seen
Riding a wraith out through the night
Told her to talk about how great is my necklace
I'm keeping it clean (keepin' it clean)
Shorty want me, her ex fuck with my ex
Burst first time, had to tell the queen, stop that
Boss up, 'cause I know that you 'bout that
Can't let a nigga think you an outlet
And then, then you can't get you a breadwinner
Took the heart off of a K, left the head with her
Standing on stage, in the back, got the dead one
Already got my nigga just stalking, he a dead sinner
Before I departed away from my soul
Told her my son would stay with her
He get shiz in this bitch and get hit with the stick
Make sure that they lay in the grave with him
Came through, shots out, called, "Home run, top bait rule"
Keep your cool
Standing on business, don't break no rules
Never for a penny
I ain't buying that cash, I get it rented
I be on they ass 'til they burried in the sea
I popped that boy, I'm mad, I ain't finish
You was there for the lil' pussy, bitch ain't business
Count a million cash got the time going slow
Drugs keep a nigga calm from the shit I've seen
Riding a wraith out through the night
Told her to talk about how great is my necklace
I'm keeping it clean
Shorty want me, her ex fuck with my ex
Burst first time, had to tell the queen, stop that
Boss up, 'cause I know that you 'bout that
Can't let a nigga think you an outlet
And then, then, you can't get you a breadwinner
Took the heart off of a K, left the head with her
Standing on stage, in the back, got the dead one
Already got my nigga just stalking, he a dead sinner
Yo, yo, yeah, bang it
Bitch
Yo, yo (bitch)
Count a million cash, got the time going slow, oh
I came a long way
Yeah, pussy ain't here, they be hatin'
Ay, save man's hoes and he try takin' my bodies away
Yeah, you know I had the team and my, my hood
Everybody have to bite on these bitches...
Walk-up at Saks and spent eighty grand
It won't be the ops
Broke ass nigga start to diss, he a fag
Tell the young nigga just stop
And I been getting money since I learned that I can
Tell the one that wouldn't help me that it would cost mate
I be switching up the mode on arrive, sayin'-
Holding on to my pole on my side bae
Different type of flex I don't need more cars (slime)
Red, green flag, he a gang member (mine)
That's my bruh, and I'ma paint with him
He don' fuck a nigga up, keep a stain with him
You ain't finna score shit, shouldn't have came with him
Post up with the sticks, more gangstas
Fake bitch, kill them all, they some lane switchers
My clique sеnd them all at your main niggas
Top of the business, I got morе points then a bing-bang
Tat your arm up, 'fore you sure to lose kick-back
Layin' on my grave, nigga, chain won't hit
Scary ass nigga, got no aim, how you miss that?
Murder through any hood, same with Big Hat?
X shit, my little nigga, SoWee, bang cocktails
White shit, talking to the killers up in Glendale
You ain't got to check shit, that was the sick will
Count a million cash got the time going slow
Drugs keep a nigga calm from the shit I've seen
Riding a wraith out through the night
Told her to talk about how great is my necklace
I'm keeping it clean (keepin' it clean)
Shorty want me, her ex fuck with my ex
Burst first time, had to tell the queen, stop that
Boss up, 'cause I know that you 'bout that
Can't let a nigga think you an outlet
And then, then you can't get you a breadwinner
Took the heart off of a K, left the head with her
Standing on stage, in the back, got the dead one
Already got my nigga just stalking, he a dead sinner
Before I departed away from my soul
Told her my son would stay with her
He get shiz in this bitch and get hit with the stick
Make sure that they lay in the grave with him
Came through, shots out, called, "Home run, top bait rule"
Keep your cool
Standing on business, don't break no rules
Never for a penny
I ain't buying that cash, I get it rented
I be on they ass 'til they burried in the sea
I popped that boy, I'm mad, I ain't finish
You was there for the lil' pussy, bitch ain't business
Count a million cash got the time going slow
Drugs keep a nigga calm from the shit I've seen
Riding a wraith out through the night
Told her to talk about how great is my necklace
I'm keeping it clean
Shorty want me, her ex fuck with my ex
Burst first time, had to tell the queen, stop that
Boss up, 'cause I know that you 'bout that
Can't let a nigga think you an outlet
And then, then, you can't get you a breadwinner
Took the heart off of a K, left the head with her
Standing on stage, in the back, got the dead one
Already got my nigga just stalking, he a dead sinner
Yo, yo, yeah, bang it
Bitch
Yo, yo (bitch)
Count a million cash, got the time going slow, oh
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Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Max Lord, Josh Goldenberg
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