My World My Vision
Yeah I rep that CO baby feeling so lonely yep
Every time I come around she still trying to fuck me
Yeah girl I do my thang
Chain hang low when I walk through the door
Fitted cap sitting low and I rep for the four
Boss status and I'm on that
My grind so sick and I flaunt it
This is for my niggas and my bitches
From the streets to the club
Hustle hard is my motto
My way of life and I can't stop though
Money money gotta stack it to the top though
Back to my roots this
Finest shit is in my blood and she likes my tattoos
I'm on that shit I'm on that bitch
That fire water got a nigga talking shit
So fresh so clean but a nigga so dirty
C O dot we them niggas ya heard me
Ain't no nigga gonna stop my grind
Boy you're out your god damn mind
Making my moves all the way to the top
Paying my dues I ain't never gonna stop
A nigga like me know the rules to the game
Want the cash in my hand nigga fuck the fame
Ridding boy that's what it is
Lac in the back all about the biz
That's what it do all about the loot
On the B way doing 102
What you know about that roll two back
I'm on that shit make a bitch lay back
Home grown you can take it to the bank nigga
Ask the hood what's my name
Sayntt Nigga
If it's money to be got know I'm gone get it
Pit stop on the way up to the top
Fucking these bitches
Ain't no question where I'm at
I show you how I'm living
Got loyal niggas eating at my table like Thanksgiving
Damn her body's perfect
Close my eyes I see her image
We don't address these haters
Don't come close we ain't friendly
I get paid while you hoe niggas mind my business
Dividends dividing friends man this shit is endless
They worried bout time
Count nine Jimmy got the numbers
Hop out the time portal pop me a zombie
These niggas is mind wonderers
Cross that line grab that stick mama I got me one
Rockabye fuck a Rockefella ima mop a fella
Fore the time is up ughhh
Ain't shit sweet niggas speak
On what they they they know
Breathe slow get a grip and know that your in control
And you'll never know ughhh
Walk with Sayntt on the sea call that Jesus walks
Money talk make the money walk
Make the money work thats the money clout
Pocket rocket for the pocket watches
Liquid gold for my mental guidance
Own messiah of my asylum
Got my booty locked I'm a pirate
Ship at sea we ain't fucking ducking
Busting cannons got them niggas ducking
Hustle handed Nigga hustlenomics
Get whatever when you really want it
Seven Eleven keep the spirit open
Get too deep in it she say she swollen
But she take it she a fucking soulja
Keep it flowing of the metamorphos
Oh she know life a roller coaster
Shoot some boomers and you keep it rolling
Stay a sheep or be the fucking goat
Stay a sheep or be the fucking goat
If it's money to be got know I'm gone get it
Pit stop on the way up to the top
Fucking these bitches
Ain't no question where I'm at
I show you how I'm living
Got loyal niggas eating at my table like Thanksgiving
Damn her body's perfect
Close my eyes I see her image
We don't address these haters
Don't come close we ain't friendly
I get paid while you hoe niggas mind my business
Dividends dividing friends man this shit is endless
If I ruled the world
Everybody in it taking care of business
Making moves with precision
If I ruled the world
Everybody's pockets gotta stay fat
Gott keep a sack throw hands fuck straps
Never mind what you believe or heard
Not every smile is coming from a friend
Not everybody wanna see you win
In the shadows praying for you to slip
And if you got the nerve
Let me guide you through this mind of mine
Welcome to the world of
With all of my real ones winning
And hating was in remissions
With all of my nigga living
And crooked cops going to prison
Loyal and faithful men and women
Raising their children
But that ain't the lay of the land in twenty twin twin
Niggas and bitches steadily scheming and creeping
To take out your hand see
You ready to take from me and mine
Im ready to grand your death wish bitch
If it's money to be got know I'm gone get it
Pit stop on the way up to the top
Fucking these bitches
Ain't no question where I'm at
I show you how I'm living
Got loyal niggas eating at my table like Thanksgiving
Damn her body's perfect
Close my eyes I see her image
We don't address these haters
Don't come close we ain't friendly
I get paid while you hoe niggas mind my business
Dividends dividing friends man this shit is endless
Every time I come around she still trying to fuck me
Yeah girl I do my thang
Chain hang low when I walk through the door
Fitted cap sitting low and I rep for the four
Boss status and I'm on that
My grind so sick and I flaunt it
This is for my niggas and my bitches
From the streets to the club
Hustle hard is my motto
My way of life and I can't stop though
Money money gotta stack it to the top though
Back to my roots this
Finest shit is in my blood and she likes my tattoos
I'm on that shit I'm on that bitch
That fire water got a nigga talking shit
So fresh so clean but a nigga so dirty
C O dot we them niggas ya heard me
Ain't no nigga gonna stop my grind
Boy you're out your god damn mind
Making my moves all the way to the top
Paying my dues I ain't never gonna stop
A nigga like me know the rules to the game
Want the cash in my hand nigga fuck the fame
Ridding boy that's what it is
Lac in the back all about the biz
That's what it do all about the loot
On the B way doing 102
What you know about that roll two back
I'm on that shit make a bitch lay back
Home grown you can take it to the bank nigga
Ask the hood what's my name
Sayntt Nigga
If it's money to be got know I'm gone get it
Pit stop on the way up to the top
Fucking these bitches
Ain't no question where I'm at
I show you how I'm living
Got loyal niggas eating at my table like Thanksgiving
Damn her body's perfect
Close my eyes I see her image
We don't address these haters
Don't come close we ain't friendly
I get paid while you hoe niggas mind my business
Dividends dividing friends man this shit is endless
They worried bout time
Count nine Jimmy got the numbers
Hop out the time portal pop me a zombie
These niggas is mind wonderers
Cross that line grab that stick mama I got me one
Rockabye fuck a Rockefella ima mop a fella
Fore the time is up ughhh
Ain't shit sweet niggas speak
On what they they they know
Breathe slow get a grip and know that your in control
And you'll never know ughhh
Walk with Sayntt on the sea call that Jesus walks
Money talk make the money walk
Make the money work thats the money clout
Pocket rocket for the pocket watches
Liquid gold for my mental guidance
Own messiah of my asylum
Got my booty locked I'm a pirate
Ship at sea we ain't fucking ducking
Busting cannons got them niggas ducking
Hustle handed Nigga hustlenomics
Get whatever when you really want it
Seven Eleven keep the spirit open
Get too deep in it she say she swollen
But she take it she a fucking soulja
Keep it flowing of the metamorphos
Oh she know life a roller coaster
Shoot some boomers and you keep it rolling
Stay a sheep or be the fucking goat
Stay a sheep or be the fucking goat
If it's money to be got know I'm gone get it
Pit stop on the way up to the top
Fucking these bitches
Ain't no question where I'm at
I show you how I'm living
Got loyal niggas eating at my table like Thanksgiving
Damn her body's perfect
Close my eyes I see her image
We don't address these haters
Don't come close we ain't friendly
I get paid while you hoe niggas mind my business
Dividends dividing friends man this shit is endless
If I ruled the world
Everybody in it taking care of business
Making moves with precision
If I ruled the world
Everybody's pockets gotta stay fat
Gott keep a sack throw hands fuck straps
Never mind what you believe or heard
Not every smile is coming from a friend
Not everybody wanna see you win
In the shadows praying for you to slip
And if you got the nerve
Let me guide you through this mind of mine
Welcome to the world of
With all of my real ones winning
And hating was in remissions
With all of my nigga living
And crooked cops going to prison
Loyal and faithful men and women
Raising their children
But that ain't the lay of the land in twenty twin twin
Niggas and bitches steadily scheming and creeping
To take out your hand see
You ready to take from me and mine
Im ready to grand your death wish bitch
If it's money to be got know I'm gone get it
Pit stop on the way up to the top
Fucking these bitches
Ain't no question where I'm at
I show you how I'm living
Got loyal niggas eating at my table like Thanksgiving
Damn her body's perfect
Close my eyes I see her image
We don't address these haters
Don't come close we ain't friendly
I get paid while you hoe niggas mind my business
Dividends dividing friends man this shit is endless
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Mitchell, Ebony Garvin, Trisco Levier
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