Unlimited

I can't wait on it ima go get it
Bih I'm the bomb I know you hear me ticking
My youngings they working asking the ticket
I drop the bag off don't call me til ya finish
My bih bougie she just bought her some Fendi
Racks on me I can really play tennis
Racks on me prolly reach to the ceiling
I'm hot dog but this chain got me chilly
$1200 on my feet gotta watch how ya walk on a half a p
I was broke it wasn't no talk for a nigga they see me now and be the first one to speak
You ask me tho I just know it's my time, can't check it got to many rocks in the piece
To tell the truth, ion care bout gettin signed, cause im already signed to the streets

How I'm blessed but I'm still dreaming bout demons
Fat Albert pockets looking like Kenan
I got sauce talking all the seasons
I can never leave the game cause they need me
Had it hard I still make it look easy
Swap cars making sure they don't see me
Ain't talking Jacksons, you nigga can't beat it
She say ima snack told her baby come eat it
Walk with a chip on shoulder my heart had got colder, right bout the time that you left
I gotta go harder it just me and mama tf is a father that nigga wasn't there
I handle business she like I kick it,
My shoes got no laces so no Ian tripping
Whatever I want better know ima get it
Got fat pockets now but was my shit was just skinny
Too much money I can't put on no skinnies
The bih bad I prolly take her to Lenox
Crown me, I'm the king in my city
Belts in court, cause I'm beating the sentence
TTG, know we trained to go get it
Ballin out but I'm still on my pivot
Freaky bih she just wanna come lick it
I spend to much, so you can pull on this linen

$1200 on my feet gotta watch how ya walk on a half a p
I was broke it wasn't no talk for a nigga they see me now and be the first one to speak
You ask me tho I just know it's my time, can't check it got to many rocks in the piece
To tell the truth, ion care bout gettin signed, cause i'm already signed to the streets
I can't wait on it ima go get it
Bih I'm the bomb I know you hear me ticking
My youngings they working asking the ticket
I drop the bag off don't call me til ya finish
My bih bougie she just bought her some Fendi
Racks on me I can really play tennis
Racks on me prolly reach to the ceiling
I'm hot dog but this chain got me chilly



Credits
Writer(s): Bradley Griffin
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