OPIIINIONS
Fuck your opinions, just keep your bitch out my mentions
Get paid to do me, I run it up like a pension
They judge what I'm saying, but it's all about the intentions
I hop out that Benz, and it's got the twin turbo engine
Yeah, these niggas be worried bout me
And don't even know what I'm bout
These niggas be fried, so I'ma call em' In and Out
I got a new crib and a new whip so I had to get a new sound
I got all this new money coming
I don't even check my account no more
These niggas thinking they spies, man, I can't even go outside
Me and Granny Smith pull up
And bake all the opps and turn em' into pies
Yeah, I ain't been talking to none of these niggas
Now I got em' all asking why
Cause y'all said y'all my friends, but y'all lied
But at least I could say that we tried
On and on and on on I go
Wont be too long before you hear me on the radio
Might just drop this album right before the summer on
Already got the bag freaky fast, but lil' bitch I want some more
Fuck your opinions, just please keep your bitch out my mentions
I get paid to do me, so I run it up like a pension
They judge what I'm saying, but it's all about the intentions
I hop out that big body Benz, and it's got the twin turbo engine
These niggas be talking bout me
And don't even know what they talking bout
These niggas be fried, I'ma call then bitches In and Out
I got a new crib and a new whip so I had to get a new sound
I got all this new money coming
I don't even check my account no more
(That's a wrap)
Get paid to do me, I run it up like a pension
They judge what I'm saying, but it's all about the intentions
I hop out that Benz, and it's got the twin turbo engine
Yeah, these niggas be worried bout me
And don't even know what I'm bout
These niggas be fried, so I'ma call em' In and Out
I got a new crib and a new whip so I had to get a new sound
I got all this new money coming
I don't even check my account no more
These niggas thinking they spies, man, I can't even go outside
Me and Granny Smith pull up
And bake all the opps and turn em' into pies
Yeah, I ain't been talking to none of these niggas
Now I got em' all asking why
Cause y'all said y'all my friends, but y'all lied
But at least I could say that we tried
On and on and on on I go
Wont be too long before you hear me on the radio
Might just drop this album right before the summer on
Already got the bag freaky fast, but lil' bitch I want some more
Fuck your opinions, just please keep your bitch out my mentions
I get paid to do me, so I run it up like a pension
They judge what I'm saying, but it's all about the intentions
I hop out that big body Benz, and it's got the twin turbo engine
These niggas be talking bout me
And don't even know what they talking bout
These niggas be fried, I'ma call then bitches In and Out
I got a new crib and a new whip so I had to get a new sound
I got all this new money coming
I don't even check my account no more
(That's a wrap)
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Writer(s): Wallyphantom
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