I Can't Sweat Em'
Don't know what I been on
Now im the one shawty
Gon' wanna lean on
No, I can't stay shawty
I'm up I count my cake
Im taking all the loot for the day
Got the boost now I cant change lanes
I'm winning and they cannot do the same
When I move I know they dont last
Talk down on me bet I'm all on your ass
Get lottery bet im all bout' the cash
Ya bitch all on me
Better know that I smashed
If he fed up
Fill that nigga with Beretta's
I got the game clutched never let up
Im on my way up I can't sweat em'
Patience no more changes
I got red eyes like a demon
Sick of fake love
Used to hating
Now im on one
And they hate it
Ain't it fucked up with this fake shit
Damn I'm just hoping I make it
All on the come up with my gang yeah
Shawty all on me like blanket
I want some commas I'm not changing
But damn your body's so amazing
I got a lit wrist shit'll be blazin'
Fuckin' with me shawty you gon go crazy
Getting to the racks
Know he gon be lazy
Know your pockets slim
We gon call that boy shady
Tell em get a grip
Niggas can't play me
Acting like a bitch stop with your complaining
Don't know what I been on
Now im the one shawty
Gon' wanna lean on
No, I can't stay shawty
I'm up I count my cake
Im taking all the loot for the day
Got the boost now I cant change lanes
I'm winning and they cannot do the same
When I move I know they dont last
Talk down on me bet I'm all on your ass
Get lottery bet im all bout' the cash
Ya bitch all on me
Better know that I smashed
If he fed up
Fill that nigga with Beretta's
I got the game clutched never let up
Im on my way up I can't sweat em'
Im on my way up I can't sweat her
Im on my way up I do better
Living so dangerous no vendetta
He on some lame shit get yo cheddar
Rockin' with Dezro
Got the best notes
So I barely put in any effort
They can stay stressed, so?
I count escrow
Man I swear to god this shit a blessing
Pussy feeling just like heaven,
Know that that shit be your weapon
I got
Cheese
I'm finna go again
Pull up on the scene im setting all records
Shawty on me
I know that you jealous
I be stacking up the g's
Then im finna go and spend it
I be boolin with the b's
So we finna go gadget
Bring your body overseas
You aint ever goin back-in
Got a thotty on her knees
And she finna get to smackin'
I could do this shit with ease
Let you really know what's brackin'
All she wanna do is please
But I really cannot have it
Cuz she really from the streets
Damn you had a lot of action
Got a belt with double g's
Know I'm really bout the fashion
Get you floating with the breeze
Cuz im not about to have it
Gotta go I gotta leave
Bitch you know I gotta stack it
I could pull up on the scene
Nigga know I'm not actin'
Don't know what I been on
Now im the one shawty
Gon' wanna lean on
No, I can't stay shawty
I'm up i count my cake
Im taking all the loot for the day
Got the boost now i cant change lanes
I'm winning and they cannot do the same
When I move I know they dont last
Talk down on me bet I'm all on your ass
Get lottery bet im all bout' the cash
Ya bitch all on me
Better know that I smashed
If he fed up
Fill that nigga with Beretta's
I got the game clutched never let up
Im on my way up I can't sweat em'
Now im the one shawty
Gon' wanna lean on
No, I can't stay shawty
I'm up I count my cake
Im taking all the loot for the day
Got the boost now I cant change lanes
I'm winning and they cannot do the same
When I move I know they dont last
Talk down on me bet I'm all on your ass
Get lottery bet im all bout' the cash
Ya bitch all on me
Better know that I smashed
If he fed up
Fill that nigga with Beretta's
I got the game clutched never let up
Im on my way up I can't sweat em'
Patience no more changes
I got red eyes like a demon
Sick of fake love
Used to hating
Now im on one
And they hate it
Ain't it fucked up with this fake shit
Damn I'm just hoping I make it
All on the come up with my gang yeah
Shawty all on me like blanket
I want some commas I'm not changing
But damn your body's so amazing
I got a lit wrist shit'll be blazin'
Fuckin' with me shawty you gon go crazy
Getting to the racks
Know he gon be lazy
Know your pockets slim
We gon call that boy shady
Tell em get a grip
Niggas can't play me
Acting like a bitch stop with your complaining
Don't know what I been on
Now im the one shawty
Gon' wanna lean on
No, I can't stay shawty
I'm up I count my cake
Im taking all the loot for the day
Got the boost now I cant change lanes
I'm winning and they cannot do the same
When I move I know they dont last
Talk down on me bet I'm all on your ass
Get lottery bet im all bout' the cash
Ya bitch all on me
Better know that I smashed
If he fed up
Fill that nigga with Beretta's
I got the game clutched never let up
Im on my way up I can't sweat em'
Im on my way up I can't sweat her
Im on my way up I do better
Living so dangerous no vendetta
He on some lame shit get yo cheddar
Rockin' with Dezro
Got the best notes
So I barely put in any effort
They can stay stressed, so?
I count escrow
Man I swear to god this shit a blessing
Pussy feeling just like heaven,
Know that that shit be your weapon
I got
Cheese
I'm finna go again
Pull up on the scene im setting all records
Shawty on me
I know that you jealous
I be stacking up the g's
Then im finna go and spend it
I be boolin with the b's
So we finna go gadget
Bring your body overseas
You aint ever goin back-in
Got a thotty on her knees
And she finna get to smackin'
I could do this shit with ease
Let you really know what's brackin'
All she wanna do is please
But I really cannot have it
Cuz she really from the streets
Damn you had a lot of action
Got a belt with double g's
Know I'm really bout the fashion
Get you floating with the breeze
Cuz im not about to have it
Gotta go I gotta leave
Bitch you know I gotta stack it
I could pull up on the scene
Nigga know I'm not actin'
Don't know what I been on
Now im the one shawty
Gon' wanna lean on
No, I can't stay shawty
I'm up i count my cake
Im taking all the loot for the day
Got the boost now i cant change lanes
I'm winning and they cannot do the same
When I move I know they dont last
Talk down on me bet I'm all on your ass
Get lottery bet im all bout' the cash
Ya bitch all on me
Better know that I smashed
If he fed up
Fill that nigga with Beretta's
I got the game clutched never let up
Im on my way up I can't sweat em'
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Writer(s): Tyler Pina
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