BDYB (BigDumbYoungBoi)
My mother told me this street life wasn't for me
Forget that my father raised me a g
I'm addicted to nice things
I'm chasing that luxury
Scared money don't make money
Nigga I'ma beast
If I gotta be
See my daughter gotta eat
Can't do no 9 to 5
That job shit was never
Rather be
On the block don't care you throwing b's or c's
Honestly
The Only color that a nigga bleed is green
say money dirty
Well dirty done made me Trifling
Say money evil
for my evil make ya life ends
Yes I sin
Lord I pray day by day
I know they killas coming back for me one day
But I'll be ready for em
9 mills and 45's loaded up
Hollow points make even the quite niggas
Open up
Stand up nigga
Ironic how I got him folding
You can See the pussy in a niggas eyes
When they blicky buss
My father told me
boi dont you ever get caught without it
Live ya life don't talk about
Just be about it
Forget that I'm up
They better never doubt it
I love flashing this bread
It keep the chicks surrounding
I work to hard
Why would not floss
Winners win and losers
Well they pay the coast
Envy me
I love they type of energy
That's the shit that will land you in that cemetery
May I be honest
Addicted to foam posits
Rings chains and watches
All sorts of fly shit
I dare a nigga try taking wats mine
A click at a time
He gone catch it all from this 9
It's that simple
See I gotta daughter to raise
Ain't no way
She gone have to see my grave
This shit blaze
Promise you can catch this fade
If it's beef man I swear you better
Count ya days
Forget that my father raised me a g
I'm addicted to nice things
I'm chasing that luxury
Scared money don't make money
Nigga I'ma beast
If I gotta be
See my daughter gotta eat
Can't do no 9 to 5
That job shit was never
Rather be
On the block don't care you throwing b's or c's
Honestly
The Only color that a nigga bleed is green
say money dirty
Well dirty done made me Trifling
Say money evil
for my evil make ya life ends
Yes I sin
Lord I pray day by day
I know they killas coming back for me one day
But I'll be ready for em
9 mills and 45's loaded up
Hollow points make even the quite niggas
Open up
Stand up nigga
Ironic how I got him folding
You can See the pussy in a niggas eyes
When they blicky buss
My father told me
boi dont you ever get caught without it
Live ya life don't talk about
Just be about it
Forget that I'm up
They better never doubt it
I love flashing this bread
It keep the chicks surrounding
I work to hard
Why would not floss
Winners win and losers
Well they pay the coast
Envy me
I love they type of energy
That's the shit that will land you in that cemetery
May I be honest
Addicted to foam posits
Rings chains and watches
All sorts of fly shit
I dare a nigga try taking wats mine
A click at a time
He gone catch it all from this 9
It's that simple
See I gotta daughter to raise
Ain't no way
She gone have to see my grave
This shit blaze
Promise you can catch this fade
If it's beef man I swear you better
Count ya days
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Writer(s): Michael Hatcher
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