What It Takes
Yeah, tell me what it takes to be the greatest
Riding with my glock, fuck 'em all, I'm getting faded
Yeah, I need that cash, need it the fast way
Niggas tryna take my cheese, I think it's a rat race
I don't give a fuck, I'm headed to the bank
My niggas like the military, pulled up in a tank
He tried to cross the gang
We made him walk the plank
I'm with the generals, don't talk unless you got some rank
I had to set myself apart, I got higher standards
I'm with niggas from the jungle, they ain't got no manners
She say she wanna have a family, but we not the Tanners
All these diamonds on my neck shining like a lantern
They wanna know how I did it
Had to get up out my feelings
Go get me a bag, 'cause I'm able and I'm willing
Hit my phone, what you need?
'Cause I'm serving and I'm dealing
I've been talking to the money
It's the only thing that listen
It's the only thing that listen
Yeah, tell me what it takes to be the greatest
Riding with my glock, fuck 'em all, I'm getting faded
Yeah, I need that cash, need it the fast way
Niggas tryna take my cheese, I think it's a rat race
I don't give a fuck, I'm headed to the bank
My niggas like the military, pulled up in a tank
He tried to cross the gang
We made him walk the plank
I'm with the generals, don't talk unless you got some rank
Riding with my glock, fuck 'em all, I'm getting faded
Yeah, I need that cash, need it the fast way
Niggas tryna take my cheese, I think it's a rat race
I don't give a fuck, I'm headed to the bank
My niggas like the military, pulled up in a tank
He tried to cross the gang
We made him walk the plank
I'm with the generals, don't talk unless you got some rank
I had to set myself apart, I got higher standards
I'm with niggas from the jungle, they ain't got no manners
She say she wanna have a family, but we not the Tanners
All these diamonds on my neck shining like a lantern
They wanna know how I did it
Had to get up out my feelings
Go get me a bag, 'cause I'm able and I'm willing
Hit my phone, what you need?
'Cause I'm serving and I'm dealing
I've been talking to the money
It's the only thing that listen
It's the only thing that listen
Yeah, tell me what it takes to be the greatest
Riding with my glock, fuck 'em all, I'm getting faded
Yeah, I need that cash, need it the fast way
Niggas tryna take my cheese, I think it's a rat race
I don't give a fuck, I'm headed to the bank
My niggas like the military, pulled up in a tank
He tried to cross the gang
We made him walk the plank
I'm with the generals, don't talk unless you got some rank
Credits
Writer(s): Makale Hawkins
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