Prove It (feat. Ice Scotty2Hotty)

This shit so smooth man (So smooth)

Came in the game with a plain jane(Game)
Heard it lose value if you bust it down(Bussdown)
Ima get money I don't fuck around
Leave the rollie plain let it be(Plain)
Put all of the profits in Bitcoin(Crypto)
Big body benz ima a big boy(Big body)
I heard you sit when you piss boy(Sit)
Ya bitch wanna sit on my dick boy(Ya bitch)
Yeah, yeah
Racks coming in blue(Cash)
Tell me what would you do(Huh)
If you was hungry with no food
Would you go and risk it all
Ima tryna ball until I fall(Ball)
Get the packs off quick(Packs)
Like that nigga John Wall
Everyday that I wake up (Wake up)
Nigga I'm tryna get it(Get it)
Ya bitch yeah she let me split it(Split it)
Aiming at ya head no fitteds
This life here, I'm tryna live it(Life)
Yeah nigga, me and my team
Yeah nigga, what the fuck you mean
Yeah, yeah
Yeah we taking them trips to Dubai(Dubai)
Yeah I'm tryna go head and go buy
Yeah my momma a bigger crib
Yeah so I could go head and do this
Yeah she wondering how I do this
Yeah it just how it is when you it
Yeah so fresh and so clean peep my fit
Yeah in this life you gotta prove it yeah

Ya bitch choosing up ima win her
The money keep coming while ya money is thinner (Thinning)
Rocking saint laurent but a nigga is a sinner
Thumbing this cash got a mufucking splinter(Ice)
Fuck this bitch in the back of the sprinter
All these hoes know I'm that mufucking nigga (Ice)
Eat ya bitch up like a hibachi dinner(We out)
I'm counting this money, and I'm counting my chips
At the casino with a couple of dips
Flag on the left like a mufucking crip(Sixties)
Hold up, hold up
Flag on the left like a mufucking crip
I am not him can't compare me to ship(Never)
Momma taught me to never be a follower(Leader)
40 filled with about 30 hallows
Mile high like I'm up at Colorado(Soldier)
Bad bitch all she wanna do is swallow
Blowing these rolls got a whole lot to prove
I'm destined to win, when you destined to lose
Can never go back to the way that it was(Never)
Rest in peace in two times I miss him my blood(Foe)

Hold on, hold on(Hold on)
Ice we cold niggas put our coat on(Burr)
Moncler for the drip(Drip)
Yeah, you know coming with them sticks
Yeah, bad bitch wanna flick(Bad)
Yeah, I take it real quick then dip
Yeah, you know I gotta keep it moving(Moving)
Yeah, cuz I gotta get the loot(Cash)
Yeah, ysl for the boots(Yves)
Yeah, we them niggas we the truth(Yeah)

Yeah, rest in peace man, my brother two
Finna take this shit over



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Writer(s): Isaiah Scott
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