Trendsetters (Outro)
Yeah
Yeah
Trendsetters we
Yeah
Trendsetters we wave making
In the stu I'm cooking like Dave baking
Had to get up off my ass, only focused on the cash
Yeah the money only thing I stay Chasing
Lyrical bullets I spray casings
Waiting for my time, I stay patient
Money on my mind, prolly crodi on the line
Rev the engine of the foreign I'm game changing
Coming up with plays I'm play making
Yeah
Had to get it on my own, I was all alone
I was so down down bad
Now they wanna see me fold, heart turned cold
I just wanna count that cash
I shit on my past, so fuck all them bitches
Talk sick then we clap, dumping the clips
Dead beef from the past, they stay burning the bridges
I shit on my past, so fuck all them bitches
Talk sick then we clap, dumping the clips
Acting like you changed... you're still stuck in the same spot
When I come through, you know I'm making the place hot
Free up all the dawgs, pray to god that their case drop
A lot of dudes are goofs, they're BEGGING shordies to taste box
Get it how you live, I had to get it on my own
I was focused at my lowest, never took me out my zone
I was down, I needed help, but nobody answered phone
Now they see a nigga popping and they're asking me for loans
The money came through, now they see a nigga Ballin
Keep your mind on cash, stay busy, make deposits
I was Wit Da Dawgs mobbing deep, causing havoc
By the time I'm 33, guaranteed we're eating lavish
Trendsetters we wave making
In the stu, I'm cooking like dave baking
Had to get up off my ass, only focused on the cash
Yeah the money only thing I stay Chasing
Lyrical bullets I spray casings
Waiting for my time I stay patient
Money on my mind, prolly crodi on the line
Rev the engine of the foreign, I'm game Changing
Coming up with plays I'm play making
Yeah
Had to get it on my own, I was all alone
I was so down down bad
Now they wanna see me fold, heart turned cold
I just wanna count that cash
I shit on my past, so fuck all them bitches
Talk sick then we clap, dumping the clips
Dead beef from the past, they stay burning the bridges
I shit on my past, so fuck all them bitches
Talk sick then we clap, dumping the clips
Yeah
Trendsetters we
Yeah
Trendsetters we wave making
In the stu I'm cooking like Dave baking
Had to get up off my ass, only focused on the cash
Yeah the money only thing I stay Chasing
Lyrical bullets I spray casings
Waiting for my time, I stay patient
Money on my mind, prolly crodi on the line
Rev the engine of the foreign I'm game changing
Coming up with plays I'm play making
Yeah
Had to get it on my own, I was all alone
I was so down down bad
Now they wanna see me fold, heart turned cold
I just wanna count that cash
I shit on my past, so fuck all them bitches
Talk sick then we clap, dumping the clips
Dead beef from the past, they stay burning the bridges
I shit on my past, so fuck all them bitches
Talk sick then we clap, dumping the clips
Acting like you changed... you're still stuck in the same spot
When I come through, you know I'm making the place hot
Free up all the dawgs, pray to god that their case drop
A lot of dudes are goofs, they're BEGGING shordies to taste box
Get it how you live, I had to get it on my own
I was focused at my lowest, never took me out my zone
I was down, I needed help, but nobody answered phone
Now they see a nigga popping and they're asking me for loans
The money came through, now they see a nigga Ballin
Keep your mind on cash, stay busy, make deposits
I was Wit Da Dawgs mobbing deep, causing havoc
By the time I'm 33, guaranteed we're eating lavish
Trendsetters we wave making
In the stu, I'm cooking like dave baking
Had to get up off my ass, only focused on the cash
Yeah the money only thing I stay Chasing
Lyrical bullets I spray casings
Waiting for my time I stay patient
Money on my mind, prolly crodi on the line
Rev the engine of the foreign, I'm game Changing
Coming up with plays I'm play making
Yeah
Had to get it on my own, I was all alone
I was so down down bad
Now they wanna see me fold, heart turned cold
I just wanna count that cash
I shit on my past, so fuck all them bitches
Talk sick then we clap, dumping the clips
Dead beef from the past, they stay burning the bridges
I shit on my past, so fuck all them bitches
Talk sick then we clap, dumping the clips
Credits
Writer(s): A P
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