What I Was Taught

Yeah we came from the bottom
If you looking for sticks all my niggas got them
I be dressed in all black like I live in Gotham
I don't do texing back she know how I'm rocking
But she still gon' pull up with her panties dropping
I pull up in that drop when her man ain't watching
Send a bitch on a flight like she Mary Poppins
I been popping my shit and its very often
Gotta run up that cash its hereditary
All the 20's get stashed and the rest is buried
All I know is go get the dead presidents
Now my pockets they look like a cemetery
Spend them racks all in Saks I might buy the mall
Niggas hating and sick they need Tylenol
I'm honestly gifted cus' most of this shit it ain't scripted
I prolly don't write at all
Just me and my dog
And we down for whatever
Oyster Perpetual ice out the bezel
I feel like a Vet in this shit need a medal
Rule number one I was taught never settle

Go get the money thats what I was taught
Got them blocks for the low then that shit getting bought
I'm finessing a load get it in, in a drought
Bust it down on the floor get it in, get it out
I ain't trusting no ho' that turned me to a player
All them days I was broke that taught me to get paper
I don't do helping hands, I ain't asking for favors
All this shit independent but bitch it's still major
And my niggas still spinning on shit with them lasers
We had extended them clips like some cables
Go get the money thats what I was taught
Got them blocks for the low then that shit getting bought
I'm finessing a load get it in, in a drought
Bust it down on the floor get it in, get it out
I ain't trusting no ho' that turned me to a player
All them days I was broke that taught me to get paper
I don't do helping hands, I ain't asking for favors
All this shit independent but bitch it's still major
And my niggas still spinning on shit with them lasers
We had extended them clips like some cables

I had to serve a few niggas like waiters
Most of these niggas be trying my patience
They begging for features they flow is outdated
I look in the camera say Momma I made it
I been up'd the ticket and niggas still paid it, Damn
Drasi cooked up the beat and I came and filleted it
Got trap on the keys and you know that he slayed it
My niggas gon' eat it ain't up for debating
Had to run up them racks and go get me some paper
Them times that was hard they was making me greater
I'ma take this shit far as a nigga can take it

Go get the money thats what I was taught
Got them blocks for the low then that shit getting bought
I'm finessing a load get it in, in a drought
Bust it down on the floor get it in, get it out
I ain't trusting no ho' that turned me to a player
All them days I was broke that taught me to get paper
I don't do helping hands, I ain't asking for favors
All this shit independent but bitch it's still major
And my niggas still spinning on shit with them lasers
We had extended them clips like some cables
Go get the money thats what I was taught

Go get the money thats what I was taught
Go get the money thats what I was taught
Go get the money thats what I was taught