Crazy Lifë
Money I get it
Bitch tryna come to crib she can't stay
For the night
I'm not wit It
Niggas know I'm going up but they
tryna ignore it they can't bro just gotta admit it
I don't be playing with Niggas not kidding
Her ass so fat that shit poke when she sitting
Know I'm gone make it it's already written
Don't miss no hoe only gap who I'm missing
I cant trust none of these niggas they switching
I Never be out so they don't know my business
She think she special she just who I'm hitting
She want me to sing to her like new edition
My bitch maxed out like a demigod glitching
No gta shit my money only mission
I work her out like a gym I'm not lifting
A real crazy life when them tables start shifting
I'm in the whip go 100 I'm drifting
Cant let none these hoes play me out my position
I'm in the benz you can't see cause it's tented
My Whip automatic push start it's not rented
Just made a check off my voice then I spent it
Miss gap he would mix all the drugs he was blending
Plug like Mahomes with the pack he be sending
She told to me to pull up she know that I'm trending
I'm to high I can't pull up
Said she can't stand me she stood up
I work her out like a gym ain't no push up
Said ima star So I told that hoe look up
Me and snow back finna cook up
Gotta sneak out of her crib when we hook up
My life a book but you can't put the book up
We like dx tell 'em suck it and shut up
K just told me that his shoes are from Europe
And my jeans they from France
Fucked her so hard gotta hole in my pants
I done went up with the guys with my man's
I cannot fuck on that hoe she a fan
Said it before had to say it again
Tent on the whip you can't see through these lens
use to get geeked out my mind on them xans
Overlapped niggas I walked while they ran
She told me pull up as soon as you can
But I told her I can't
Make to much money we live in the bank
I'm on my grind tony hawk I don't skate
Bri took to many his stomach might ache
He Think he on my level know he gone tank
Feel like my birthday I'm getting this cake
I'm off a xan like I'm sleep and awake
Know he not stacking that shit just like us
I don't care what he got
It's not how much we make
3.5 of za roll it we get baked
She tryna come to the crib on her break
I count the cash man as soon as I wake
I opp a bitch just like cp and Blake
Tryna keep up but you just not in shape
I cannot sing to this hoe I'm not drake
Last album did numbers gone double this tape
Bitch tryna come to crib she can't stay
For the night
I'm not wit It
Niggas know I'm going up but they
tryna ignore it they can't bro just gotta admit it
I don't be playing with Niggas not kidding
Her ass so fat that shit poke when she sitting
Know I'm gone make it it's already written
Don't miss no hoe only gap who I'm missing
I cant trust none of these niggas they switching
I Never be out so they don't know my business
She think she special she just who I'm hitting
She want me to sing to her like new edition
My bitch maxed out like a demigod glitching
No gta shit my money only mission
I work her out like a gym I'm not lifting
A real crazy life when them tables start shifting
I'm in the whip go 100 I'm drifting
Cant let none these hoes play me out my position
I'm in the benz you can't see cause it's tented
My Whip automatic push start it's not rented
Just made a check off my voice then I spent it
Miss gap he would mix all the drugs he was blending
Plug like Mahomes with the pack he be sending
She told to me to pull up she know that I'm trending
I'm to high I can't pull up
Said she can't stand me she stood up
I work her out like a gym ain't no push up
Said ima star So I told that hoe look up
Me and snow back finna cook up
Gotta sneak out of her crib when we hook up
My life a book but you can't put the book up
We like dx tell 'em suck it and shut up
K just told me that his shoes are from Europe
And my jeans they from France
Fucked her so hard gotta hole in my pants
I done went up with the guys with my man's
I cannot fuck on that hoe she a fan
Said it before had to say it again
Tent on the whip you can't see through these lens
use to get geeked out my mind on them xans
Overlapped niggas I walked while they ran
She told me pull up as soon as you can
But I told her I can't
Make to much money we live in the bank
I'm on my grind tony hawk I don't skate
Bri took to many his stomach might ache
He Think he on my level know he gone tank
Feel like my birthday I'm getting this cake
I'm off a xan like I'm sleep and awake
Know he not stacking that shit just like us
I don't care what he got
It's not how much we make
3.5 of za roll it we get baked
She tryna come to the crib on her break
I count the cash man as soon as I wake
I opp a bitch just like cp and Blake
Tryna keep up but you just not in shape
I cannot sing to this hoe I'm not drake
Last album did numbers gone double this tape
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