Different
I got money coming different ways
Baleciaga on them different days
She said she love me, baby, stay away
She said my life is like a getaway
She shoot her shot just like a fadeaway
Good times I hope they really here to stay
I ain't have shit, I had to make my way
Getting richer, baby, by the day
I'm living lavish, my pockets fatter then ever, yeah, they can't stand it
She said she got me forever, yeah, she can't manage
Remember days with the rats, how did we manage
Yeah, I got money coming different ways
No 9-5 I gave my self a raise
And fuck school I had to get away
Yeah, they think they know me
The drugs and money my friend, my real homie
This music shit is my craft, it's real lonely
I'm tryna be the best, they try to hoe me
I got money coming different ways
Baleciaga on them different days
She said she love me, baby, stay away
She said my life is like a getaway
She shoot her shot just like a fadeaway
Good times I hope they really here to stay
I ain't have shit, I had to make my way
Getting richer, baby, by the day
Yo, pass me my headphones
Turn me up a little bit
That's good right there
Yeah, I'm toting the choppa
You run on me, you a goner
These bitches they hate us, but want us
You gon have to kill me to stop us
Yeah, getting this money too easy
Leaving these bitches beneath me
Toting the chop like a rocket
Yeah, Yeah
We leaving them sleazy
Yeah, I up it, I tuck it, Can't wait to go bust it
Your bitch on my body, she said that she love it
I chill with the bitches that know how to run it
I get to the paper, they know how I done it
I been getting money for a long ass time
Bad lil bitch, yeah, she bound to be mine
I been getting money for a long ass time
Bad lil bitch, yeah, she bound to be mine
You look in my pockets, u go in a grave
Yeah, Yeah
Ain't working a job, can't be a slave
Yeah, Yeah
These bitches be mad cause I'm getting too paid
Yeah, Yeah
My pockets too deep, remember them days
Yeah, Yeah
Remember I came from nothing, we chill in the Stu, it's the function
We trip off the lean, robitussin
Remember the days with that dream
I knew I had to be seen
(Remember the days with that dream
I knew I had to be seen)
Yeah, I'm toting the choppa
You run on me, you a goner
These bitches they hate us, but want us
You gon have to kill me to stop us
Baleciaga on them different days
She said she love me, baby, stay away
She said my life is like a getaway
She shoot her shot just like a fadeaway
Good times I hope they really here to stay
I ain't have shit, I had to make my way
Getting richer, baby, by the day
I'm living lavish, my pockets fatter then ever, yeah, they can't stand it
She said she got me forever, yeah, she can't manage
Remember days with the rats, how did we manage
Yeah, I got money coming different ways
No 9-5 I gave my self a raise
And fuck school I had to get away
Yeah, they think they know me
The drugs and money my friend, my real homie
This music shit is my craft, it's real lonely
I'm tryna be the best, they try to hoe me
I got money coming different ways
Baleciaga on them different days
She said she love me, baby, stay away
She said my life is like a getaway
She shoot her shot just like a fadeaway
Good times I hope they really here to stay
I ain't have shit, I had to make my way
Getting richer, baby, by the day
Yo, pass me my headphones
Turn me up a little bit
That's good right there
Yeah, I'm toting the choppa
You run on me, you a goner
These bitches they hate us, but want us
You gon have to kill me to stop us
Yeah, getting this money too easy
Leaving these bitches beneath me
Toting the chop like a rocket
Yeah, Yeah
We leaving them sleazy
Yeah, I up it, I tuck it, Can't wait to go bust it
Your bitch on my body, she said that she love it
I chill with the bitches that know how to run it
I get to the paper, they know how I done it
I been getting money for a long ass time
Bad lil bitch, yeah, she bound to be mine
I been getting money for a long ass time
Bad lil bitch, yeah, she bound to be mine
You look in my pockets, u go in a grave
Yeah, Yeah
Ain't working a job, can't be a slave
Yeah, Yeah
These bitches be mad cause I'm getting too paid
Yeah, Yeah
My pockets too deep, remember them days
Yeah, Yeah
Remember I came from nothing, we chill in the Stu, it's the function
We trip off the lean, robitussin
Remember the days with that dream
I knew I had to be seen
(Remember the days with that dream
I knew I had to be seen)
Yeah, I'm toting the choppa
You run on me, you a goner
These bitches they hate us, but want us
You gon have to kill me to stop us
Credits
Writer(s): Jayden Carazo
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