Facts

I get the money
I flip it
Niggas they mad they Diss it
I told my niggas let's spin it
Them fast cars we stick it
I don't really brag about bitches
I brag about money and riches
You had your shot and you missed it
I beat it up and you kissed it

I told my niggas don't worry don't fidget
We see them we blowing it instant
The police be tripping they be in my business
I see them I'm keeping my distance
I do not wish for the money or fame, a nigga just speaks to existence
If I do not get you then Brodie will get you, I'm calling that team assistance

We do not fight we clash
SRTs go crazy, speed through hoods like flash
Big racks no lil bills, I fell in love with the cash
If they say they with fire, fuck it you know I'm the match
We are not stingy with hoes, if I smash, bro going to smash

Whole team like future and Drizzly, we did the digital dash
Don't fuck with the vibes you feel me, I don't know how to react
You sliding in with Bentleys, we just going to slide in with cats

Yeah nigga you do the math
I need them Suvs with them tinted windows
Black on black
Not going back and forth with bitches
This ain't no back to back
If I get the money and bro get the money
We calling it racks on racks

It's bros over hoes that's fact
Money over hoes that's facts
Loyal to all of my niggas if I call you bro that's facts
I don't need friends I mean it, I just need Bruddas that's facts
I'm off the Henny the Yak, I don't even know how to act

Slide in with fours on fours
Gang and them doing them tours
If they find out where you be staying
Trust me they come at your door
I only love two women, this money and my mama I adore
I fell in love with the paper, you fell in love with a whore

I'm going hard again
This feeling I can't explain
All of that fuck shit
We do not entertain
We are not inhumane
Yeah we do feel the pain
You say you need my chain
Girl I just need your brain

Don't be a witness
Just mind your business
She come with thickness
And I come with fitness
You move with that slickness
I don't do forgiveness
You niggas don't know this
But trust me we notice

We might just slide in with poles
Headshot leave them on froze
We get the money and flip it
Then we go do up a toast
I go beyond for the realest
Them niggas be doing most
You hang with opps you switching
Trust me we are not one of those
The Bentley is white like Tommy
I just pulled up in a ghost

Don't know why my haters be mad
Why all them Niggas provoked
I heard they plotting on me
Damn murder she wrote
She just be running her mouth
What do be wrong with these hoes

It's Bros over hoes that's fact
Money over hoes that's facts
Loyal to all of my Niggas if I call you bro that's facts
I don't need friends I mean it, I just need Bruddas that's facts
I'm off the Henny the Yak, I don't even know how to act