Thank God

Thank God for the money I can handle the rest
Take off with the money I'm finna go platinum
Ask your hoe she ain't got no standards
Got too many bands can't hold my pants up
I'm going too hard and I can't relax
I just poured a drop and I might relapse
Cup full of mud gotta watch how I act
Acne jeans and the pretty boy swag
If you talking money then I'm all up with that
Did some bars with the drop get em all out the way
We might get money but we not the same no no
237 yuh
Been thumbing through racks yea my wrist broke
Turn nothing to something my diamonds froze
I've been moving lowkey that's the path I chose
Ooooo yea told my brother stay down gotta stay ten toes
And the choppa can shoot through a dinosaur
I done been through too much you can't fit my clothes (mmmmm)
Try to keep to the word f*ck the Draco
These n*ggas gon buss when I say so
Grab the choppa spray once then it's case closed (yuh yuh)
I slowed the mud with the Karo
If you talking bout commas I made those
This thirty got nuts like it's Bang Bros
Mmmm the choppa gon rip through your stomach
I don't want nothing
But normally these hoes gon let me hit whenever I wanna
Whenever I wanna but sometimes I wonder
Is you gon ride with me when the racks come end of the month
Got snaked by one of my homies ion know how to feel bout it
I might kill bout it
I might go all out make a hunnid bands or f*ck a mil probably
Made ten bands on a iPhone that is real knowledge
Tryna be real honest witcha
Tryna share this money witcha



Credits
Writer(s): Warren Kepnga, Victor Adkins
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