My Thang (Amoney's Outro)
Y'all see I'm tryna do my thang
Hard boy I'm on that dank
F*ck what you think
I'm on that string
In the sky hitting on that brain
Gas gas gas
What you pretend about
You niggas don't really know what I'm about
Hit a different route
Pain, feel a lot of pain
They can't see the vision (No)
I'm in no competition (Yee)
Getting hella chicken (Cash)
Six O's that's the mission
Getting wet diamonds on her
Getting racks commas on her cheque
Getting wet diamonds on her bed
Tropical vibes that's bless
Saying it up with my chest
Mess around I'ma teach you a lesson
I got the vibes I'm blessed
Gotta wake up & smell this fashion
I pull up they neglecting
Pray to the lord I get this cash flows
They don't know, me & the gang we geek go
Flip a bag then I get dough
They don't know how to sip slow
Ten K then I kill a show
Feed the family hope you see
Gotta fly mama oversea
Back to back with a big cheque
Now I know they bugging me
They ignore the dream
Now I'm getting hella cheese
Gotta fly across the whole country's
This passion is bliss & the melodies (for the melody)
Y'all see I'm tryna do my thang
Hard boy I'm on that dank
F*ck what you think
I'm on that string
In the sky hitting on that brain
Gas gas gas
What you pretend about
You niggas don't really know what i'am about
Hit a different route
Pain, pain pain pain pain!!
Hard boy I'm on that dank
F*ck what you think
I'm on that string
In the sky hitting on that brain
Gas gas gas
What you pretend about
You niggas don't really know what I'm about
Hit a different route
Pain, feel a lot of pain
They can't see the vision (No)
I'm in no competition (Yee)
Getting hella chicken (Cash)
Six O's that's the mission
Getting wet diamonds on her
Getting racks commas on her cheque
Getting wet diamonds on her bed
Tropical vibes that's bless
Saying it up with my chest
Mess around I'ma teach you a lesson
I got the vibes I'm blessed
Gotta wake up & smell this fashion
I pull up they neglecting
Pray to the lord I get this cash flows
They don't know, me & the gang we geek go
Flip a bag then I get dough
They don't know how to sip slow
Ten K then I kill a show
Feed the family hope you see
Gotta fly mama oversea
Back to back with a big cheque
Now I know they bugging me
They ignore the dream
Now I'm getting hella cheese
Gotta fly across the whole country's
This passion is bliss & the melodies (for the melody)
Y'all see I'm tryna do my thang
Hard boy I'm on that dank
F*ck what you think
I'm on that string
In the sky hitting on that brain
Gas gas gas
What you pretend about
You niggas don't really know what i'am about
Hit a different route
Pain, pain pain pain pain!!
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Samuel
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