6 Figure
Wake up fresh up out the bed
Atm printing me Hunnits
Never got time for the bitches
I make time for that money though
Avoiding drama
Niggas sick how I keep coming on
Blowing through this shit
If they wasn't hating I'll give em ropes
Back again
The teller ask me How much today
No better feeling
That I'm guaranteed making pape
Niggas bags still ain't made 60
Need to take a break
Don't give a fuck if I fall off
Ill borrow a hunnit K
Real hustler
These broke niggas ain't seen money
Name good
Until you get yo credit str8 you mean nothing
Fuck the streets
I'm tryna focused on that goal niggas don't see
Got 3 Hunnit tucked
Ah Broke nigga ain't said nothing to me
Bought a crib as my investment
The lil rolley was my present
Glad you niggas watching
Wait to see the coupe with the leather
Or that busted ass presi
Don't go broke tryna keep up
90 Day grind
Tryna see what I can rerun
The goal was get money
Why niggas starting to act funny na
For the love this Ben Franklin
Seen bloody trauma
Never knew the game was so dirty
Until I peep my partna
Had the bag and blew it
And then he turnt to Calvin
Momma told me son fuck patience
You gotta chase it
Can't be sweet around my day 1s
Them niggas love to take shit
But I'm tryna switch they mentality
That's to basic
And the niggas who live that life
Seem to never make it
Ever goal in the hood
To make it out and touch Ah Milly
Use to hoe me I was broke
Na I can get her to touch her tippys
You ain't never seen ah hunnit
Blew that I kinda miss it
But the shit I just brought from that last run
I ain't tripping
If I can't make ah 10 before the week over
It's sickening
Youngest and took every L SMOOVE
Know they sick of it
Old homies turnt
Niggas finished hiding Be-ra-un
Tryna study my every move
And see what whip I'm in
Back doh closed
Know niggas wisth it was open doe
I just made 20
You 20 something on momma flo
I Can blow 30 and 60
You wanna go some mo
6 Figure nigga
Still posted like I ain't got it thou
I can make yo Bitch leave you
Boy you aint gotta hoe
I Can blow 30 and 60
You wanna go some mo
6 Figure nigga
Still posted like I ain't got it thou
I can make yo Bitch leave you
Boy you aint gotta hoe
Atm printing me Hunnits
Never got time for the bitches
I make time for that money though
Avoiding drama
Niggas sick how I keep coming on
Blowing through this shit
If they wasn't hating I'll give em ropes
Back again
The teller ask me How much today
No better feeling
That I'm guaranteed making pape
Niggas bags still ain't made 60
Need to take a break
Don't give a fuck if I fall off
Ill borrow a hunnit K
Real hustler
These broke niggas ain't seen money
Name good
Until you get yo credit str8 you mean nothing
Fuck the streets
I'm tryna focused on that goal niggas don't see
Got 3 Hunnit tucked
Ah Broke nigga ain't said nothing to me
Bought a crib as my investment
The lil rolley was my present
Glad you niggas watching
Wait to see the coupe with the leather
Or that busted ass presi
Don't go broke tryna keep up
90 Day grind
Tryna see what I can rerun
The goal was get money
Why niggas starting to act funny na
For the love this Ben Franklin
Seen bloody trauma
Never knew the game was so dirty
Until I peep my partna
Had the bag and blew it
And then he turnt to Calvin
Momma told me son fuck patience
You gotta chase it
Can't be sweet around my day 1s
Them niggas love to take shit
But I'm tryna switch they mentality
That's to basic
And the niggas who live that life
Seem to never make it
Ever goal in the hood
To make it out and touch Ah Milly
Use to hoe me I was broke
Na I can get her to touch her tippys
You ain't never seen ah hunnit
Blew that I kinda miss it
But the shit I just brought from that last run
I ain't tripping
If I can't make ah 10 before the week over
It's sickening
Youngest and took every L SMOOVE
Know they sick of it
Old homies turnt
Niggas finished hiding Be-ra-un
Tryna study my every move
And see what whip I'm in
Back doh closed
Know niggas wisth it was open doe
I just made 20
You 20 something on momma flo
I Can blow 30 and 60
You wanna go some mo
6 Figure nigga
Still posted like I ain't got it thou
I can make yo Bitch leave you
Boy you aint gotta hoe
I Can blow 30 and 60
You wanna go some mo
6 Figure nigga
Still posted like I ain't got it thou
I can make yo Bitch leave you
Boy you aint gotta hoe
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Writer(s): Anthony Thornton
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