No Guidelines
Make guap, there's so much in this city
Get rich or die tryin' like 50
Flex on my haters like fuck man, we get it
No guidelines, we had to go get it
Dead weight, if you can't see the vision
Can't wait to say mama we made it
Seen my khoya enough times in the kitchen
I'm good over here typing these digits
Fresh out of Canada, I'm smelling like maple
Still with the same ones, thank Allah, I'm grateful
Bad lil bitch, she just came from Turks and Caicos
Now we just count it and stack it like Legos
Can't-can't save no hoes
Pass it to my bros
Shawty can't lie I miss you
None of them are like you
Got me thinking about you
You match my vibes that's why I feel you
I swear there's something about you
At the TDC doing transactions
Keep it discreet, we've done seen what could happen
She got her act right, swiping all them plastics
Perky bitch, put her in expensive fabrics
Make guap, there's so much in this city
Get rich or die tryin' like 50
Flex on my haters like fuck man, we get it
No guidelines, we had to go get it
Dead weight, if you can't see the vision
Can't wait to say mama we made it
Seen my khoya enough times in the kitchen
I'm good over here typing these digits
She a lil vibe, she Congolese
After Morocco, I'm flying to the Philippines
Fucked in a Tesla, make up on the white seats
Fuck these hoes, need a wifey
We tryna get in, we here tryna take it all
If it's up, it's up I'm with it all
Casamigos in my system, I drank 'em all
She popping Tesla pills like if it was Tylenol
Put your phone away when you step in the bando
Made her so wet just like Calypso
Clicquot tears, wipe it with hunnids
Imma need cash in abundance
If I give you my love
You and I can run these digits up
Can you be the one that I trust?
Make guap, there's so much in this city
Get rich or die tryin' like 50
Flex on my haters like fuck man, we get it
No guidelines, we had to get it
Dead weight, if you can't see the vision
Can't wait to say mama we made it
Seen my khoya enough times in the kitchen
I'm good over here typing these digits
(Get rich or die tryin' like 50)
(No guidelines we had to get it)
(Can't wait to say mama we made it)
(Seen my khoya enough times in the kitchen)
(I'm good over here typing these digits)
Get rich or die tryin' like 50
Flex on my haters like fuck man, we get it
No guidelines, we had to go get it
Dead weight, if you can't see the vision
Can't wait to say mama we made it
Seen my khoya enough times in the kitchen
I'm good over here typing these digits
Fresh out of Canada, I'm smelling like maple
Still with the same ones, thank Allah, I'm grateful
Bad lil bitch, she just came from Turks and Caicos
Now we just count it and stack it like Legos
Can't-can't save no hoes
Pass it to my bros
Shawty can't lie I miss you
None of them are like you
Got me thinking about you
You match my vibes that's why I feel you
I swear there's something about you
At the TDC doing transactions
Keep it discreet, we've done seen what could happen
She got her act right, swiping all them plastics
Perky bitch, put her in expensive fabrics
Make guap, there's so much in this city
Get rich or die tryin' like 50
Flex on my haters like fuck man, we get it
No guidelines, we had to go get it
Dead weight, if you can't see the vision
Can't wait to say mama we made it
Seen my khoya enough times in the kitchen
I'm good over here typing these digits
She a lil vibe, she Congolese
After Morocco, I'm flying to the Philippines
Fucked in a Tesla, make up on the white seats
Fuck these hoes, need a wifey
We tryna get in, we here tryna take it all
If it's up, it's up I'm with it all
Casamigos in my system, I drank 'em all
She popping Tesla pills like if it was Tylenol
Put your phone away when you step in the bando
Made her so wet just like Calypso
Clicquot tears, wipe it with hunnids
Imma need cash in abundance
If I give you my love
You and I can run these digits up
Can you be the one that I trust?
Make guap, there's so much in this city
Get rich or die tryin' like 50
Flex on my haters like fuck man, we get it
No guidelines, we had to get it
Dead weight, if you can't see the vision
Can't wait to say mama we made it
Seen my khoya enough times in the kitchen
I'm good over here typing these digits
(Get rich or die tryin' like 50)
(No guidelines we had to get it)
(Can't wait to say mama we made it)
(Seen my khoya enough times in the kitchen)
(I'm good over here typing these digits)
Credits
Writer(s): Kraze Delarosa
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