##Lostboy
They not getting cash
How we have it
Money fetish this shit just a habit
Miss lost boy everyday ima tat it
Just like tennis my name cause a racket
This no owners beware on my jacket
Balling hard niggas not in my bracket
Hall of famer im going first ballot
Niggas biting the swag it's amazing
Stole my style my flow and my cadence
Took some time ran it up was just patience
White boy plug give me xans he Caucasian
Bitch I'm fly like a crow ain't no raven
Blowing za feel my chest start to cave in
Tryna come to my crib she not staying
Ass to fat when I hit I start shaking
100s on me they looking identical
Cant trust hoes when they speak I'm to skeptical
Za from the top shelf it's not medical
I walk in make em rage like a festival
She know Ich she just say I'm incredible
She treat me just like food think I'm edible
This bitch tryna play boujie she getable
Told my mans go head crash he gone handle ya
She keep playing my music she love my voice
This lifestyle chose me I ain't have choice
Took a flight to ny to clear the noise
She want me to sing to her like Lloyd
Winning team don't lose she wanna join
Take a 30 tryna fill the void
Kick her out the spot I'm to annoyed
I call him brandon Roy
How we have it
Money fetish this shit just a habit
Miss lost boy everyday ima tat it
Just like tennis my name cause a racket
This no owners beware on my jacket
Balling hard niggas not in my bracket
Hall of famer im going first ballot
Niggas biting the swag it's amazing
Stole my style my flow and my cadence
Took some time ran it up was just patience
White boy plug give me xans he Caucasian
Bitch I'm fly like a crow ain't no raven
Blowing za feel my chest start to cave in
Tryna come to my crib she not staying
Ass to fat when I hit I start shaking
100s on me they looking identical
Cant trust hoes when they speak I'm to skeptical
Za from the top shelf it's not medical
I walk in make em rage like a festival
She know Ich she just say I'm incredible
She treat me just like food think I'm edible
This bitch tryna play boujie she getable
Told my mans go head crash he gone handle ya
She keep playing my music she love my voice
This lifestyle chose me I ain't have choice
Took a flight to ny to clear the noise
She want me to sing to her like Lloyd
Winning team don't lose she wanna join
Take a 30 tryna fill the void
Kick her out the spot I'm to annoyed
I call him brandon Roy
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