Tragedy

Baby I hate it when you get so fucking mad at me
You take me off my feet kinda like gravity
I'm tryna get richer richer richer thinking strategies
This shit a tragedy but this is what it had to be
Will you be glad to see
Me make it out
I had to change my route
I had to stack up my amounts
He ain't getting money that boy in a drought
Way too much I can't even count it
Damn I think I might need an accountant

That's my lil bitch told her bounce it
And she bad so I spent a bag on her outfit
Yeah she know that I'm rare I'm one of one
I can't give love to no bitch boy I got my son
Stop talking about sticks cause we got some guns too
We got funds too
We got drugs too
Tell me if you fuck that money up boy what you gonna do
Because n***** get some money then start acting brand new
I ain't gonna lie man I'm one of them n*****
But please don't play me like one of these n*****
Yeah I'm going out squeezing triggers
Yeah I want more houses than jigga
Yeah I'm gonna die for my n*****
If it come down to it Ima slide for my n*****
By any means necessary
KB he bound to be legendary
Gotta hustle like it's February
Because I wanna get me a secretary
Glock-19 my secondary
I cannot end up in no cemetery
But momma told me please be cautious

Baby I hate it when you get so fucking mad at me
You take me off my feet kinda like gravity
I'm tryna get richer richer richer thinking strategies
This shit a tragedy but this is what it had to be
Will you be glad to see
Me make it out
I had to change my route
I had to stack up my amounts
He ain't getting money that boy in a drought
Way too much I can't even count it
Damn I think I might need an accountant



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Writer(s): Sincerely, Kb
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