$oLANGE
I never had much
I got my ass up
I ran my bag up
I didn't fold, I stood 10 tens
Didn't need no back up
Not good at math but I'm pretty sure when shit don't add up
Try to beef with me, We snatch yo niece and zip ya dad up
Born in Memphis, stayed consistent got it on my own
Money mission, Fuck these bitches, kick it by lonesome
Came up from the bottom, now I get it by the lump some
Niggas closest to ya, wanna do ya... ion trust none
Big drip, I know they hate
Big nigga keep that drake
Ya baby daddy say he know me
MCM? I bet he owe me
All facts, I think I'm all that
Ya understand me
Slugger with that rubber, fuck her raw
Don't need no plan B
Back to back, they keep on booking Stax
I know that bothers you
Fucked his hoe, he want his baby back
Ain't talking bout bbq
Focus on ya self and get some money is what ya oughta do
Fuck with me, I'll wait til she 18 and fuck ya daughter too
Big dawg, got em pissed off
Don't give a shit dawg
Fly shit, I don't talk shit, i just lift off
State to state, Memphis to LA, but ion trip
Ducked off in the hills stacking blues like a crip
Talking money? Better mention me
I ain't sparring nothing, give out more Ls than the DMV
Running up a bag, blowing gas, sipping Hennessey
Ian cuffing nothing, never love em, I just hit and leave
Curve her like parentheses
Mad? I'm about to make em madder
Told me to be humble, I shit on em blame my bladder
Told em I'm up next, don't give a fuck who coming after
The master, tryina beef with me is a disaster ya bastards
Walk inside the party make they head spin like the exorcist
Started from the bottom, I feel like i deserve to flex a bit
4gs in a backwood, plenty weed look like I'm selling it
Hella lit, bitches poppin perks like medicine
I drip, leave the evidence
Fuck her, we don't text nshit
Not wifey then don't question shit
You know where the exit is
Bet she pop that pussy on a jigga, no Beyoncé
They hate it when they see you elevating, the Solange way
Grinding now I'm counting so much money that my thumb ache lol
It's in and not on me, fly shit only, need a runway
I got my ass up
I ran my bag up
I didn't fold, I stood 10 tens
Didn't need no back up
Not good at math but I'm pretty sure when shit don't add up
Try to beef with me, We snatch yo niece and zip ya dad up
Born in Memphis, stayed consistent got it on my own
Money mission, Fuck these bitches, kick it by lonesome
Came up from the bottom, now I get it by the lump some
Niggas closest to ya, wanna do ya... ion trust none
Big drip, I know they hate
Big nigga keep that drake
Ya baby daddy say he know me
MCM? I bet he owe me
All facts, I think I'm all that
Ya understand me
Slugger with that rubber, fuck her raw
Don't need no plan B
Back to back, they keep on booking Stax
I know that bothers you
Fucked his hoe, he want his baby back
Ain't talking bout bbq
Focus on ya self and get some money is what ya oughta do
Fuck with me, I'll wait til she 18 and fuck ya daughter too
Big dawg, got em pissed off
Don't give a shit dawg
Fly shit, I don't talk shit, i just lift off
State to state, Memphis to LA, but ion trip
Ducked off in the hills stacking blues like a crip
Talking money? Better mention me
I ain't sparring nothing, give out more Ls than the DMV
Running up a bag, blowing gas, sipping Hennessey
Ian cuffing nothing, never love em, I just hit and leave
Curve her like parentheses
Mad? I'm about to make em madder
Told me to be humble, I shit on em blame my bladder
Told em I'm up next, don't give a fuck who coming after
The master, tryina beef with me is a disaster ya bastards
Walk inside the party make they head spin like the exorcist
Started from the bottom, I feel like i deserve to flex a bit
4gs in a backwood, plenty weed look like I'm selling it
Hella lit, bitches poppin perks like medicine
I drip, leave the evidence
Fuck her, we don't text nshit
Not wifey then don't question shit
You know where the exit is
Bet she pop that pussy on a jigga, no Beyoncé
They hate it when they see you elevating, the Solange way
Grinding now I'm counting so much money that my thumb ache lol
It's in and not on me, fly shit only, need a runway
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Writer(s): Dominique Crutchfield
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