Made It Happen

Just a long day man I came to the studio
Motherfucker backed up
Here we go
Send me the package
Twenty-five hundred for a feature ain't nothing free nigga quit asking
Shit happen made shit happen
Momma got sick told them bitches they can have it
Bitch you trashy
Whole lot of money on me and a burner to match it
I don't like lent on my fabric smoke good every time I'm in Cali
Fucking bad bitches all up in my cabin
All these niggas all around me family
I ain't even want to turn up on my level
I just fucked her one night I ain't love her
Ball hard just like LaMelo take your head off the shoulder that's a halo
Woke up with 40 racks inside of one of my accounts
Popping my shit you can close your mouth
Do what I gotta do making sure them checks don't bounce
Time to buy momma a house get her ass out the south
No cap
Get me a castle
Marble floors fucking two bitches in the masters
Get me a bomb and put it in a pamper
Vacuum seal so I know they don't smell it
Got a special play for them niggas who telling
Playing with cash gone need him an ambulance
I'm coming with sticks like a janitor
Shawty got ass know she a dancer
Do anything when you get her on camera
Had to make moves I ain't got manners nah
Nina on me still cleared the scanners
Plug on the way Jesus be here in a minute
Diamonds in my mouth didn't come from the dentist
Back home they shoot if you get in they business
Shit different better stop playing with them boys they different
Customize all my jewelry my chain dripping better not touch me gone end up missing
Had to make it happen
I ain't trying to be sergeant lieutenant or captain
Get active
All my niggas gone push shit backwards
I'ma make a nigga disappear like magic
Julius Irving with the blunts I'm passing
Bud so sticky it look like a cactus
All these niggas around me don't need guns nigga we jacking
I ain't even tripping off her actions
Put her on a flight she happy
Come here lil bitch
I ain't even won me a grammy but I'm rapping like I own me a grammy
Too many hoes I can't manage
Burn out scat-pack be dancing
Paid cash no financing
I ain't trying to chance it
Not in wonderland feel like Charles Manson

60 on me no fumbling boy I got handles
Lit like a candle
Free all my dawgs out them kennels
It's that simple

You know what it is
You understand me
Do that ad-libs
Woke up with 40 racks inside of one of my accounts
Popping my shit you can close your mouth
Do what I gotta do making sure them checks don't bounce
Time to buy mama a house
Get her ass out the South
No cap get me a castle
Marble floors fucking two bitches in the masters
All my niggas gone push shit backwards
I'ma make a nigga disappear like magic
Julius Irving with the blunts I'm passing



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Writer(s): Troy Richardson
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