Dont Bother

First time I seen 100 racks was in my own bank account
You alive and trying get rich get up today and make it count
They was laughing living flashy fucked it up ain't think to count
She sayin she not a whore but everybody bombed I think it count

If the water good I swim again her friends like you wit him again
I'm balling in the gym again told God I wouldn't sin again
Told Meech and Quis its on if that one van come round and spin again
Don't know if I got opps but losers hating they can't win again

We only copping 60s if its gas I'll cop the 50
Grab a section have it jumping couple shots until it hit me
She was smoking on the hookah hit the za her eyes on Whitney
All these Ls look like a face try pass again and she said skip me

We still balling almost time
Take my time but never waste it
Every drop gone be a bomb
Me and music locked like laces
If I lose it I replace it niggas choosing to go fake it
Popped her shit like she was grown and now she losing found her maker

It get spent we do the running man we scoring ain't no fumbling
He trying show off for bitches shit is tragic, guess he funny then
I knew niggas was hating dapped me up calling me money man
I just told bro the secret you ain't got it go get money then

Don't do no half stepping just lock-in brodie
Never get content when you uncomfortable you win brodie
Focus on ya shit and what you got stop watchin him brodie
I got it fucked it up and did the same shit again brodie

Laughing but I'm passing class the highest A I had was math
Chilled and stayed the course knew shit would change but I just had to pass
Hit her off Cîroc and dodged a bullet cuz I had the cash
Was snapping wasn't thinking then got humbled shit I had to crash



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