That Man
Supplyin what they fuckin wit
I can't get enough of it
All this ripping and running
I finally got this shit jumping now
I came from nothing
To that Man that got bands
All grind no luck wit it
Stayin away from sucka shit
Lookin at all dis money
I finally got me a bunch of it
I came from nothing
To that Man that got Bands
You can say what you want but the Numbers will never lie
Even tho the tickets high it's plenty Niggas that buy it
That's that bullshit that you smokin
What the weed on a diet
Niggas hate and still shop
Thats why that pistol beside me
I'm chasing all of the gwap
And got my niggaz on side of me
Mooga bringing da flavors
All type of variety
Im all about da chips like frito lay
Came and hired me
Asked her do she get high
She hopped inside an try swallow me
Superhead
But I want da stupid bread
Business over pleasure
Big measurements on da digi scale
Came from knockin 50 Reggie halfs
Finally gotta bunch of this shit
Cuz I gotta feed da fam
I gotta feed da fam
Supplyin what they fuckin wit
I can't get enough of it
All this ripping and running
I finally got this shit jumping now
I came from nothing
To that Man that got bands
All grind no luck wit it
Stayin away from sucka shit
Lookin at all this money
I finally got me a bunch of it
I came from nothin
To that Man
That got Bands
All grind no luck wit it
I said fuck da gig
And went to work on my own 10
Had to pop My momma
Told me go handle ya biz
Started off slow
Now it's nonstop
I can't een make this
Sucka ass niggas keep it movin
Don't need no new friends
I jus maneuver do what I do
To my make lil ends
I can't jig wit rats either or do no Type of biz
I'm jus tryna get me fuck all you niggaz Feelings
Had to create my own lane
You niggaz wasn't whippin
Had to get busy
Fuck that lazy shit
I gotta get it
Whatever they feelin I can deal it Something like Mitch did it
I'm jus one hellofa hustler Something Like Nique did it
Supplyin what they fuckin wit
I can't get enough of it
All iss rippin and runnin
I finally got this jumpin now
I came from nothin
To that Man that got bands
All grind no luck wit it
Stayin away from sucka shit
Lookin at all this money
I finally got me a bunch of it
I came from nothin
To that Man
That got Bands
I can't get enough of it
All this ripping and running
I finally got this shit jumping now
I came from nothing
To that Man that got bands
All grind no luck wit it
Stayin away from sucka shit
Lookin at all dis money
I finally got me a bunch of it
I came from nothing
To that Man that got Bands
You can say what you want but the Numbers will never lie
Even tho the tickets high it's plenty Niggas that buy it
That's that bullshit that you smokin
What the weed on a diet
Niggas hate and still shop
Thats why that pistol beside me
I'm chasing all of the gwap
And got my niggaz on side of me
Mooga bringing da flavors
All type of variety
Im all about da chips like frito lay
Came and hired me
Asked her do she get high
She hopped inside an try swallow me
Superhead
But I want da stupid bread
Business over pleasure
Big measurements on da digi scale
Came from knockin 50 Reggie halfs
Finally gotta bunch of this shit
Cuz I gotta feed da fam
I gotta feed da fam
Supplyin what they fuckin wit
I can't get enough of it
All this ripping and running
I finally got this shit jumping now
I came from nothing
To that Man that got bands
All grind no luck wit it
Stayin away from sucka shit
Lookin at all this money
I finally got me a bunch of it
I came from nothin
To that Man
That got Bands
All grind no luck wit it
I said fuck da gig
And went to work on my own 10
Had to pop My momma
Told me go handle ya biz
Started off slow
Now it's nonstop
I can't een make this
Sucka ass niggas keep it movin
Don't need no new friends
I jus maneuver do what I do
To my make lil ends
I can't jig wit rats either or do no Type of biz
I'm jus tryna get me fuck all you niggaz Feelings
Had to create my own lane
You niggaz wasn't whippin
Had to get busy
Fuck that lazy shit
I gotta get it
Whatever they feelin I can deal it Something like Mitch did it
I'm jus one hellofa hustler Something Like Nique did it
Supplyin what they fuckin wit
I can't get enough of it
All iss rippin and runnin
I finally got this jumpin now
I came from nothin
To that Man that got bands
All grind no luck wit it
Stayin away from sucka shit
Lookin at all this money
I finally got me a bunch of it
I came from nothin
To that Man
That got Bands
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Writer(s): Christopher Smith Jr
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