Still (feat. Baby Money)

And I'm still in it
Still spendin' big money
Real business
Took some losses
But a nigga still winnin'
I'm the meal ticket deal with it
Still trappin' still bippin
You got it on you
But you ain't gon' kill with it . YesS

Drop that money on the floor
They get to pickin it up
And they wanna know how we do it
Niggas wishin' they us
Real top tier nigga you aint sittin with us
Go put that lil shit away
It ain't Bricky enough

Who the fuck gon tell me somethin'
I can say what I want
I was way in the back
Made my way to the front
Nigga I'll go to Vegas or LA for the brunch
What I make in a day
You couldn't make in a month
Nigga my spot been clenched
You niggas stay in the hunt...
I'm goin for it on 4th ain't no way ima punt
Finally got my mind right
I got a hold of my problems
A 15 can get me high now
I got low on my tolerance ...

Rite now . Blow cash . Got it, wanted it so bad.
I use to chase the Za until I made more off Low Bags
I still want more
But I'm grateful for whatever I got and even when I make my quota
Bitch I'm never gon' stop

And I'm still in it
Still spendin' big money
Real business
Took some losses
But a nigga still winnin'
I'm the meal ticket deal with it
Still trappin' still bippin
You got it on you
But you ain't gon' kill with it . YesS

Drop that money on the floor
They get to pickin it up
And they wanna know how we do it
Niggas wishin' they us
Real top tier nigga you aint sittin with us
Go put that lil shit away
It ain't Bricky enough

I had to leave them boys behind
They ain't with me enough
They went from playing me to the left
And now they hittin' me up
I was broke I found the plug
He start fixin' me up
Think you the freshest in the city
You ain't crispy enough
Name some more young niggas
That be trippin' like us
It Went from ten to twenty bows
Then They start sending me trucks
I b22 my toes I don't fuck with the Chucks
You don't know 'bout no dope
Cause you don't touch it enough
I'm still trappin peal cash I'm still ballin' Phil Jackson
Heard another opp died
I guess them niggas still lackin'
Five fifty's back to back
Bitch we really trill matic front line
20 crip bitch you know we still active

Easy money

And I'm still in it
Still spendin' big money
Real business
Took some losses
But a nigga still winnin'
I'm the meal ticket deal with it
Still trappin' still bippin
You got it on you
But you ain't gon' kill with it . YesS

Drop that money on the floor
They get to pickin it up
And they wanna know how we do it
Niggas wishin' they us
Real top tier nigga you aint sittin with us
Go put that lil shit away
It ain't Bricky enough



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Writer(s): Baby Money, Bb Beats, Yg Teck
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