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Pull up on em he a goner
Good dope always be on my aroma Add me the V the bottom got to lonely
Now my niggas step just like a frat was coming
Always on the road we steady doing numbers
I could never fold I wasn't there your honor
I know i'm a blow my cousin was Osama
I could never stop I need like seven commas

No Kodak the bottom get ugly
It was nights had no food to my stomach
I'm lord just come bless me or sumthing
Then he told me to run up them numbers

Sg got the motion he coming
ENT til' the death that's my brother
Aye Qaseem tell our momma I love her
Tell my grandma to pray cuz I been doing dirt everyday
Ain't no minimum wage yea we steady getting paid
It ain't foreign it's boring designer the shades

Too many niggas going to act like they with you
I seen niggas switch cuz they money was different
My day ones stay solid you won't see them switching
Get Money Together but niggas don't listen

No silver spoon out the mud had to get it
Unc off the drugs but they wasn't prescription

Ain't learn my lesson pills make me different
Had me the sauce Huncho running the business
We spinning and spinning I never get dizzy
Better not hide then we hitting his sister

Hitting his brother, Remember nights roaches under the covers
Fuck a feeling bitch I need me a rubber
Pushing weight I done got me some muscle

We never the type to go beef with a nigga
Forever the motto get money this more a religion
You lie or you steal from the gang c-section just know that we cut em
I tell all my bitches I love they know that it's fuck them
And know I can find me another
Get popped like a bubble Nobody sparing my niggas
When it come to his life then it's fuck it

Pour up the drank It be numbing the feeling
Don't be too flashy My niggas be stealing
White as the snow but them windows be tented
And we get to clutching you looking suspicious
I know he won't step cuz he know how I'm living
A fetish fa money this shit get addictive
Dead in his throat so I know ain't breathing
And watch how you talk he can die get to speaking

Nascar gas this a SRT
Nut outside ketchup stains on the seat
Steak outside we ain't sending no tweet
If it ain't bout money round me don't speak

V lone shirt I Amiri the denim tho
Started off wit a half tryna get a bowl
We was hungry I went and stole from the store
All you niggas be broke y'all some jigalows
Ever since AAU knew I be a pro
Ima grind everyday can't be mediocre
All I used was my hand she a super soaker

If he talk like a shop we gone pop up, them niggas is not us they don't get to no funds
P diddy nobody can stop us, get money together these bitches gone want sum

33 Scottie, it's long as my forearm
On the field and you niggas got Pom Pom's
Huncho I been a fan where you come from
Smoke for free but you niggas don't want none

813 til i die that's where I'm from
Pour the drank everyday I don't feel nun
In the end bet they hate watch what I become
Paper chasing i'm still tryna run it up



Credits
Writer(s): Qadiir Wajd
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