Presidential

Yea
Bitch I was broke, I ran it up and I went back to broke
Bitch I was broke, I ran it up and I went back to broke
Bitch I was broke, I ran it up and I went back to broke
Yea, yea

Bitch I was broke, I ran it up and I went back to broke
Got back in my bag, now I ain't with that back and forth
If it ain't about them racks then I suggest you don't approach
A nigga step to me too close
I'll pull the heater, make a toast
Bitch I'm feeling presidential
Certified nigga, check my credentials
Hope you thinking straight before you press your issue
I been thumbing through the riches
Time is money and I hear that rollie ticking
Can't fuck with ya if you don't get the bigger picture, nigga

Spin the block, we ain't forget ya
My snipers ain't gon miss ya
Asked that pussy what he said, that nigga got dementia
I been touching too much bread to sneak diss ya
Nigga take the shoe and wear that muh' fucker if it fit ya, aye
Flip it 'round and add it up
Get the loot and hit the dash, we finna bag it up
Get them sticks, load up them mags, we finna tag em up
Put that heater on his front, I bet it back him up
Hit her once, I had enough, yea
Cause she ain't wanna fuck me when my pockets was on slim jim
Shorty acting friendly for them pennies, bitch I'm pinching
Niggas want the smoke then we can blow, bitch I ain't flinching
Bitch I got rackies in my vision

Bitch I was broke, I ran it up and I went back to broke
Got back in my bag, now I ain't with that back and forth
If it ain't about them racks then I suggest you don't approach
A nigga step to me too close
I'll pull the heater, make a toast
Bitch I'm feeling presidential
Certified nigga, check my credentials
Hope you thinking straight before you press your issue
I been thumbing through the riches
Time is money and I hear that rollie ticking
Can't fuck with ya if you don't get the bigger picture

I get the load and then its adios
I hit that hoe and then I gotta go
She sip me cause I'm dripping like a snotty nose
Hunnits, got a lot of those
Blue faces
Brodie up the road, he fucked up
He just caught two cases
Throw the bag now he ain't never going back
Never tripping on no bitch, I just adapt
I'm Serena with the racks
Got me fiending for the stash
Shorty wanna bust it open for a real nigga
Shorty I just put my wrist on froze, bitch I can't chill with ya
I done took my niggas from the floor and bitch I'm still with em, uh
Play with them and then you playing with your life
Left some niggas in the past and I ain't saying that its right
Dropped the bag and got it back again
Watch out when I'm backing in

Bitch I was broke, I ran it up and I went back to broke
Got back in my bag, now I ain't with that back and forth
If it ain't about them racks then I suggest you don't approach
A nigga step to me too close
I'll pull the heater, make a toast
Bitch I'm feeling presidential
Certified nigga, check my credentials
Hope you thinking straight before you press your issue
I been thumbing through the riches
Time is money and I hear that rollie ticking
Can't fuck with ya if you don't get the bigger picture
Yea yea



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Writer(s): Brian Hackett
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