Hittin Different
Any time I'm poppin' out I give 'em something to see
I might throw a couple thousand it ain't nothing to me
Bitch I ain't staying too much longer I got somewhere to be
If we fuckin', we gon' have to keep it under the sheets
Popping in and out of cuts like I'm a Band-Aid
Why you watch my story? We ain't even on the same page
When bro was locked I hit him on the JPay
You the type to turn on your mans and shake his hand on the same day
What?
That shit is craziness
Yea I'm surfing on this bitch I'm on some wavy shit
Put in work I'm allergic to the laziness
I'm on road while you layed up with a crazy bitch
Shawty got to ride 'cause her shit is looking buss
We could skip the talkin' it ain't nothing to discuss
Got a couple baddies 'cause one ain't enough
Couldn't fit 'em in the coupe so I went and bought a truck
Fa fa fa
If it's up then we goin' to the clouds with it
Said she got that water I might fuck around in drown in it
Haven't seen each other a in minute, said I sound different
Yeah I do
That's 'cause the the money talk
Cut a check then I go and hit the money walk
Bitch I'm smart, why I care 'bout what a dummy thought?
I hate lookin' at 'em so I put the sunnies on
It's hittin' different
Got the top down push to start up my ignition
I ain't have the time to cruise around in a minute
Bitch I'm goin' up and the clouds is the limit
Who gon' fuck with the kid?
Everybody knowing wassup' with the kid
Got too many women that's in love with the kid
It's a whole lot of things I give up for this shit
It was all on me
I was workin' late nights so I could ball all week
Used to look the other way, now they call on me
Had to get my weight up so I don't come off weak
Now I'm goin' global, started Tri-State
Thought it was a parking lot, but bitch it's just a driveway
You ain't keepin' up with my pace
Shit gets cold, then you birds finna migrate
They would do it for a video
How you fall out with your brothers for a silly hoe
I'm be at the tables with CEOs
You be on the couch watchin' movies, eating Cheerios
Give a fuck what bitch say,
I can't take a loss cause I'm learning from mistakes
All I know is how to get paid
They be pocket watchin' when you got your shit on display
It's hittin' different
Got the top down push to start up my ignition
I ain't have the time to cruise around in a minute
Bitch I'm goin' up and the clouds is the limit
Who gon' fuck with the kid?
Everybody knowing wassup' with the kid
Got too many women that's in love with the kid
It's a whole lot of things I give up for this shit
I might throw a couple thousand it ain't nothing to me
Bitch I ain't staying too much longer I got somewhere to be
If we fuckin', we gon' have to keep it under the sheets
Popping in and out of cuts like I'm a Band-Aid
Why you watch my story? We ain't even on the same page
When bro was locked I hit him on the JPay
You the type to turn on your mans and shake his hand on the same day
What?
That shit is craziness
Yea I'm surfing on this bitch I'm on some wavy shit
Put in work I'm allergic to the laziness
I'm on road while you layed up with a crazy bitch
Shawty got to ride 'cause her shit is looking buss
We could skip the talkin' it ain't nothing to discuss
Got a couple baddies 'cause one ain't enough
Couldn't fit 'em in the coupe so I went and bought a truck
Fa fa fa
If it's up then we goin' to the clouds with it
Said she got that water I might fuck around in drown in it
Haven't seen each other a in minute, said I sound different
Yeah I do
That's 'cause the the money talk
Cut a check then I go and hit the money walk
Bitch I'm smart, why I care 'bout what a dummy thought?
I hate lookin' at 'em so I put the sunnies on
It's hittin' different
Got the top down push to start up my ignition
I ain't have the time to cruise around in a minute
Bitch I'm goin' up and the clouds is the limit
Who gon' fuck with the kid?
Everybody knowing wassup' with the kid
Got too many women that's in love with the kid
It's a whole lot of things I give up for this shit
It was all on me
I was workin' late nights so I could ball all week
Used to look the other way, now they call on me
Had to get my weight up so I don't come off weak
Now I'm goin' global, started Tri-State
Thought it was a parking lot, but bitch it's just a driveway
You ain't keepin' up with my pace
Shit gets cold, then you birds finna migrate
They would do it for a video
How you fall out with your brothers for a silly hoe
I'm be at the tables with CEOs
You be on the couch watchin' movies, eating Cheerios
Give a fuck what bitch say,
I can't take a loss cause I'm learning from mistakes
All I know is how to get paid
They be pocket watchin' when you got your shit on display
It's hittin' different
Got the top down push to start up my ignition
I ain't have the time to cruise around in a minute
Bitch I'm goin' up and the clouds is the limit
Who gon' fuck with the kid?
Everybody knowing wassup' with the kid
Got too many women that's in love with the kid
It's a whole lot of things I give up for this shit
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Writer(s): Anthony Marino
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