Listen
If you knew what's on my mind
You'll think I'm crazy
But I'm hustlin' everyday
Could never be lazy
Only thing that's on my mind
Is get more paper but
The more I make
I think more saving
I ain't worried bout the gram
Or nobody opinions
Only thing I care about
Is family and getting chicken
You worried bout a picture?
You worried bout a filter?
I'm thing about investments
Ain't even had no children
I already touched ten
My next goal fifty
Shoutout to my real niggas
Who be fuckin' with me
Sum hoes play they role
But most play games
Now I got pape
Bet they all gimme brain
Bitch you stupid as fuck
My girl can get a ring
Came up of mary jane
Never touch caine
Nigga you can get rich
Just stay in yo lane
Cuz niggas gettin
Caught givin up names
Fresh batch came in I ain't a scammer
But my dawg he a crack a bin
My homeboy got white cuz got tan
Real plugs on the west
Who a send you ten
This a grown man business
Not for lil kids
Talk that real shit my nigga
This is not a fib
Heart on my my sleeve
Palm ang on my ribs
It was rainy days
I couldn't even pay the rent
Being broke a different hurt
It ain't nothing worst
I just know imma be rich
Before I see a hurse
I can love ya if ya treat me
The same at my worse
I switched it up cuz
Cause you can't get rich
Goin' to work
You'll think I'm crazy
But I'm hustlin' everyday
Could never be lazy
Only thing that's on my mind
Is get more paper but
The more I make
I think more saving
I ain't worried bout the gram
Or nobody opinions
Only thing I care about
Is family and getting chicken
You worried bout a picture?
You worried bout a filter?
I'm thing about investments
Ain't even had no children
I already touched ten
My next goal fifty
Shoutout to my real niggas
Who be fuckin' with me
Sum hoes play they role
But most play games
Now I got pape
Bet they all gimme brain
Bitch you stupid as fuck
My girl can get a ring
Came up of mary jane
Never touch caine
Nigga you can get rich
Just stay in yo lane
Cuz niggas gettin
Caught givin up names
Fresh batch came in I ain't a scammer
But my dawg he a crack a bin
My homeboy got white cuz got tan
Real plugs on the west
Who a send you ten
This a grown man business
Not for lil kids
Talk that real shit my nigga
This is not a fib
Heart on my my sleeve
Palm ang on my ribs
It was rainy days
I couldn't even pay the rent
Being broke a different hurt
It ain't nothing worst
I just know imma be rich
Before I see a hurse
I can love ya if ya treat me
The same at my worse
I switched it up cuz
Cause you can't get rich
Goin' to work
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Writer(s): Dayne Peterson
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