LaLaLa

Why do they expect me to help them when they never gonna help me?
I'm thinking this time I get selfish
Bring all the dough in
I'm stuffing myself to the limit, I promise I ain't finished
I ain't been flexing on niggas
How you get mad I've been working, ain't resting, lil nigga
Next, I'ma tell all the rest of my niggas
That we are not resting until we see next to 8 figures
The money gets sticky 'cause the more that touch, the more it gets tricky (uhh)

Out of everyone it could be (could be)
Can you take your time and you'll see (you'll see)
Why the hell you never choose me (choose me)
Who would it be (who would it be)

Out of everyone it could be (could be)
Can you take your time and you'll see (you'll see)
Why the hell you never choose me (choose me)
Who would it be (who would it be)

And the money comes with power
When it starts to rain, it showers
I would like this green forever
But I gotta treat it better
I would love to show you different
Take you out, let's go the distance
She's taking molly, I'ma sip champagne
I might take too much and forget my name
I'ma shoot at the logo, I'ma test my range
Two bad dimes, I'ma test my game
She says that I'm stupid, I guess we're the same
Showing no hoe where I'm laying my head
Thinking at night about the last words said
Been through the rough, so we're better as friends

Out of everyone it could be (could be)
Can you take your time and you'll see (you'll see)
Why the hell you never choose me (choose me)
Who would it be (who would it be)

Out of everyone it could be (could be)
Can you take your time and you'll see (you'll see)
Why the hell you never choose me (choose me)
Who would it be (who would it be)

And I got too deep in the things that we do now, girl
Took me a while, but I made you my world
Fuck with the niggas, you ain't think I was gonna feel it
Break the shit down, I ain't never gon' build it
I'm playing the music, you ain't never wanna hear it
Could you feel it in your soul to do it different
'Cause I'm coming with rapping, ain't New Edition
And you doing all that yapping, gotta do with business
Ain't materialistic, she fuck with Amiri
How you thinking you're rich, girl, you flying Spirit
I've been feeling like this is my crowning year
He's been pouring up drink to get out of here
I've been doing hoes nasty, keep on the low
And these niggas around me, they wanna score
You be thinking I'm crazy 'cause I wanted more
But I'm trying to be rich, that's my only goal



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Writer(s): Shawn Bryant
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