Weird Thoughts
Ran up my sack man my cash be stackin
He got no heart that boy soft as a mattress
In a rental truck nigga wit a bad one
money dirty get it cleaned up in adams
I admit it sometimes a nigga be trippin but shid I got good intentions
Lets be realistic
I was just flat wit no chicken even doe I had money to begin wit
I should've saved
That money I made on pearl ion have today i was hustlin backwards
I was in da field man niggaz was active
I get a nigga flipped like its gymnastics
Ran up my sack man my cash be stackin
He got no heart that boy soft as a mattress
In a rental truck nigga wit a badd one
Money dirty get it cleaned up at Adams
Everyday in my house niggaz would gamble
I couldn't sleep I had traffic I was trappin
Poppin ps high like I worked up in NASA
Keep the sack on me I'm related to Santa
I keep the hammer
Nigga I up it and blam it them 762s get dismantle
You loving a dancer
She out here fuckin for 40 you go home and
Eat like a pretzel and nigga I can't stand you
Use to be a lil boy ima man
Ran up my money I got bigger bands
I got bigger plans the doors ah still slide nigga on the van Yeah
I do what I want you still out here doing what you can
You go home and tell your wife you gone get it done
You still don't even do it so she find another man
You out of a fam
You out here playing
I'm out here wit 8fys i'm out here wit grams
I look like the man
I'm out here taxing these niggaz my nigga I'm like Uncle Sam
He got no heart that boy soft as a mattress
In a rental truck nigga wit a bad one
money dirty get it cleaned up in adams
I admit it sometimes a nigga be trippin but shid I got good intentions
Lets be realistic
I was just flat wit no chicken even doe I had money to begin wit
I should've saved
That money I made on pearl ion have today i was hustlin backwards
I was in da field man niggaz was active
I get a nigga flipped like its gymnastics
Ran up my sack man my cash be stackin
He got no heart that boy soft as a mattress
In a rental truck nigga wit a badd one
Money dirty get it cleaned up at Adams
Everyday in my house niggaz would gamble
I couldn't sleep I had traffic I was trappin
Poppin ps high like I worked up in NASA
Keep the sack on me I'm related to Santa
I keep the hammer
Nigga I up it and blam it them 762s get dismantle
You loving a dancer
She out here fuckin for 40 you go home and
Eat like a pretzel and nigga I can't stand you
Use to be a lil boy ima man
Ran up my money I got bigger bands
I got bigger plans the doors ah still slide nigga on the van Yeah
I do what I want you still out here doing what you can
You go home and tell your wife you gone get it done
You still don't even do it so she find another man
You out of a fam
You out here playing
I'm out here wit 8fys i'm out here wit grams
I look like the man
I'm out here taxing these niggaz my nigga I'm like Uncle Sam
Credits
Writer(s): Wayne N Bundles
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