4:12 Am

Ooh ahh
Ooh ooh ahh
Ooh ahh
Ooh ooh ahh
Ooh ahh
Ooh ooh ahh
Ooh ahh (yeah)
Ooh ooh ahh

Look, this is how I'm coming
Hundred miles a running
Hungry for the shit, and I can feel it in my stomach
Bouncin on the dick, she say she feel in it her tummy
I'm heavy off the piff, I know you smell it when we coming
Nigga I'm done lacking, done slacking
Gave you niggas a break, but now I'm neck-snapping
Same niggas that hate, they be the ones dapping
So I stick to the game and get to money stacking

Look
Oh he think he tough now cause he got a gun
No nigga I'm tough cause I'm my momma only son
You wouldn't last a minute in positions that I'm from
I fuck the bank teller up until the money come
I'm swinging for the fences at the bottom of the eighth
You niggas penny pinchin, tryna cop another eighth

My mind is sedated, heart filled with hatred
I only seem happy when I'm seeing shawty naked
When I lost my mom never thought that I would make it
Staring at these drugs never thought that I would take it
When I lost my mom I never thought that I would make it
I'm staring at these drugs never thought that I would take it

Yeah
I'm waking in a cold sweat, paranoid
Surprised she ain't take my soul yet
You see it in my eyes, my nigga I'm soulless
Yeah, I said my nigga I'm soulless
So tell the reaper come get me
If I'm going out, then imma take that nigga with me
I can't find one nigga that want smoke
Flow so uncut, one hundred percent dope

Funny how being broke made me hungry
And all this new money made her want me
I said it's funny being broke made me hungry
All this brand new money made her want me

Oooh ahh
Ooh ooh ahh
Ooh ahh
Ooh ooh ahh



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Writer(s): Dimitrius Tharpe
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