Ain't Been The Same
Every since I got some money swear this shit ain't been the same
I remember I was a lil boy trapping zips up in the game
Know I got good aim I just be spending time with my stick at the range
This drac be spitting flames I ain't gone shoot at your body ima hit your brain
Just give me the money ima put that shit straight up in the trap I don't want no fame
Bitch all on my phone she talking about another bitch I don't even know her I don't even claim
Smoking propane had to get out of there swerving the lane
Suede on my kicks I can't step out in rain
Niggas be cap swear these niggas too lame
I just put this shit on every time I wake up
Bitch on my phone tripping I'm not worried bout no break up
She just want me to pull up and dick her down so we can make up but I'm still ain't gone text her back
Bitch you get one time and that's facts
On god
Every since I got some money swear this shit ain't been the same
I remember I was a lil boy trapping zips up in the game
Know I got good aim I just be spending time with my stick at the range
This drac be spitting flames I ain't gone shoot at your body ima hit your brain
Just give me the money ima put that shit straight up in the trap I don't want no fame
Bitch all on my phone she talking about another bitch I don't even know her I don't even claim
Smoking propane had to get out of there swerving the lane
Suede on my kicks I can't step out in rain
Niggas be cap swear these niggas too lame
Popping shit bout every day done turned into a hobby
Bout to trap out a 5 star hotel got 50 bows in the lobby
I just put this shit out I ain't even tripping already know these niggas gone copy
Clientele going too crazy only push weed but the bitch trying to get a Roxy
Every since I got some money swear this shit ain't been the same
I remember I was a lil boy trapping zips up in the game
Know I got good aim I just be spending time with my stick at the range
This drac be spitting flames I ain't gone shoot at your body ima hit your brain
Just give me the money ima put that shit straight up in the trap I don't want no fame
Bitch all on my phone she talking about another bitch I don't even know her I don't even claim
Bitch all on my phone she talking about another bitch I don't even know her I don't even claim
I remember I was a lil boy trapping zips up in the game
Know I got good aim I just be spending time with my stick at the range
This drac be spitting flames I ain't gone shoot at your body ima hit your brain
Just give me the money ima put that shit straight up in the trap I don't want no fame
Bitch all on my phone she talking about another bitch I don't even know her I don't even claim
Smoking propane had to get out of there swerving the lane
Suede on my kicks I can't step out in rain
Niggas be cap swear these niggas too lame
I just put this shit on every time I wake up
Bitch on my phone tripping I'm not worried bout no break up
She just want me to pull up and dick her down so we can make up but I'm still ain't gone text her back
Bitch you get one time and that's facts
On god
Every since I got some money swear this shit ain't been the same
I remember I was a lil boy trapping zips up in the game
Know I got good aim I just be spending time with my stick at the range
This drac be spitting flames I ain't gone shoot at your body ima hit your brain
Just give me the money ima put that shit straight up in the trap I don't want no fame
Bitch all on my phone she talking about another bitch I don't even know her I don't even claim
Smoking propane had to get out of there swerving the lane
Suede on my kicks I can't step out in rain
Niggas be cap swear these niggas too lame
Popping shit bout every day done turned into a hobby
Bout to trap out a 5 star hotel got 50 bows in the lobby
I just put this shit out I ain't even tripping already know these niggas gone copy
Clientele going too crazy only push weed but the bitch trying to get a Roxy
Every since I got some money swear this shit ain't been the same
I remember I was a lil boy trapping zips up in the game
Know I got good aim I just be spending time with my stick at the range
This drac be spitting flames I ain't gone shoot at your body ima hit your brain
Just give me the money ima put that shit straight up in the trap I don't want no fame
Bitch all on my phone she talking about another bitch I don't even know her I don't even claim
Bitch all on my phone she talking about another bitch I don't even know her I don't even claim
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Writer(s): Larry Carr
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