Eye Know
Money coming in, in all different typa ways
Trying to keep up we not the same
I got money coming in, in all different type of ways
And I know
You can't afford this shit so I guess it's not your taste
Might go broke
Trying to keep up we not the same, I been in some places I know that you can't
Gone count up
We up and they can't do shit that's just part of the game
Now what
Act like you up but ain't even got you a role
Come in this bitch with like five in the tote
Maybe at ten to that mother fucking coat
I ain't gotta talk cause They know what I'm on
Dior the toe so I drip when I walk
I'm gone pay for the biz I don't care what it cost
And I been on my shit with a grin when I talk
Uh yeah uh yeah
Guess he ain't got no motion
I'm off a deuce in this bitch I be rolling
Add me some more in this bitch I'll be going
I been pushing this weight like this bitch is a stroller
My net going up by the end of the month
Stupid lil bitch shoulda did what I told you
I'm in the trap counting racks just for fun
Take it or leave it
If it ain't bout a bag then you know that I'm leaving
Sprite so dirty can't see through it
Act like you fuck with music but don't even know the mother fucking beat to it
She act like she know everything but I promise their is more than you could ever see to it
Ain't no way they can do it how we do it
Heist like G.T.A
Broke boy see no bank
Scratch off through these lanes
I cannot talk if I do not get paid
Ain't bout the money then fuck out my face
I got to the hundreds ain't shit else to say
Type to smile when I go through the pain
Mile for mile I know I'm in a race
Yeah yeah
I got money coming in, in all different type of ways
And I know
You can't afford this shit so I guess it's not your taste
Might go broke
Trying to keep up we not the same, I been in some places I know that you can't
Gone count up
We up and they can't do shit that's just part of the game
Now what
Act like you up but don't even got you a role
Come in this bitch with like 5 in the tote,
Maybe at 10 to that mother fuckin coat
I ain't gotta talk cause They know what I'm on
Dior the toe so I drip when I walk
I'm gone pay for the biz I don't care what it cost
And I been on my shit with a grin when I talk
Trying to keep up we not the same
I got money coming in, in all different type of ways
And I know
You can't afford this shit so I guess it's not your taste
Might go broke
Trying to keep up we not the same, I been in some places I know that you can't
Gone count up
We up and they can't do shit that's just part of the game
Now what
Act like you up but ain't even got you a role
Come in this bitch with like five in the tote
Maybe at ten to that mother fucking coat
I ain't gotta talk cause They know what I'm on
Dior the toe so I drip when I walk
I'm gone pay for the biz I don't care what it cost
And I been on my shit with a grin when I talk
Uh yeah uh yeah
Guess he ain't got no motion
I'm off a deuce in this bitch I be rolling
Add me some more in this bitch I'll be going
I been pushing this weight like this bitch is a stroller
My net going up by the end of the month
Stupid lil bitch shoulda did what I told you
I'm in the trap counting racks just for fun
Take it or leave it
If it ain't bout a bag then you know that I'm leaving
Sprite so dirty can't see through it
Act like you fuck with music but don't even know the mother fucking beat to it
She act like she know everything but I promise their is more than you could ever see to it
Ain't no way they can do it how we do it
Heist like G.T.A
Broke boy see no bank
Scratch off through these lanes
I cannot talk if I do not get paid
Ain't bout the money then fuck out my face
I got to the hundreds ain't shit else to say
Type to smile when I go through the pain
Mile for mile I know I'm in a race
Yeah yeah
I got money coming in, in all different type of ways
And I know
You can't afford this shit so I guess it's not your taste
Might go broke
Trying to keep up we not the same, I been in some places I know that you can't
Gone count up
We up and they can't do shit that's just part of the game
Now what
Act like you up but don't even got you a role
Come in this bitch with like 5 in the tote,
Maybe at 10 to that mother fuckin coat
I ain't gotta talk cause They know what I'm on
Dior the toe so I drip when I walk
I'm gone pay for the biz I don't care what it cost
And I been on my shit with a grin when I talk
Credits
Writer(s): William Goeckel-bauza
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