Ap
Rocks all on my wrist turn your hoe into a fan
Everything I learned, yeah, this shit turned your boy into the man
Put on all this weight, so I'm movin' it
by the gram
Hellcats, rid with kel techs and gone by
the a.m., yeah She like, where I'm at now,
Focused on the grind
Ain't no time to be sat down
You tell me you love me, bitch, I'm sorry, but I can't now
Fell off track once, now I'm runnin', ain't no back out
I'm gettin' racks now, pullin' up to the ave Fifth of Henny, run up Saks now
Watchin' out for the snakes, get the rake
Cut my grass down, started from the bottom
On the come up, check the stats now
Take that shit, not borrow
Got a lease a jawn, might want a different one tomorrow
Lean my double cup, gon' let it dirty up my soda
Met that hoe last night, she really think that I'm gon' call her
Ha
That's my bitch, she wear a collar
Love to call me papi, she don't even know
Her father
Tell her friends we closer, but I'm bouta cut her off, cause what we doin'
Gettin' shorter when my money gettin' taller, yeah
We on championship road, we keep cruisin' in this Benz
Cause that's how championship go, goin' for the gold
Trophies, hand my grammy to me pronto
Matter of fact, send me, my Emmy
Since I actin' like you hoes
She like where I'm at now, focused on the grind
Ain't no time to be sat down
You tell me you love me, bitch, I'm sorry
But I can't now, fell off track once Now I'm runnin', ain't no back out
I'm gettin' racks now, pullin' up to the ad Fifth of Henny, run up sacks now
Watchin' out for the snakes, get the rake cut my grass down, started from the bottom
On the come up, check the stats now
I just bought a stick this 30, make you
sleep like chloroform I just backed two foreigns, had me goin
Till three in the morning, smoked the fivest za
Keep that weak shit you got out my zone and
Six figure, triple, seven scorin', sellin Eights off touring
Go for more, heart is on the sleeve
Cause we runnin' pockets
Nine, ten Gotta go and get it, ain't no other option
Eleven, twelve, only gon' remember what I had accomplished
Thirteen, fourteen, if you got a problem, put you in a coffin
Backwards
Everything I learned, yeah, this shit turned your boy into the man
Put on all this weight, so I'm movin' it
by the gram
Hellcats, rid with kel techs and gone by
the a.m., yeah She like, where I'm at now,
Focused on the grind
Ain't no time to be sat down
You tell me you love me, bitch, I'm sorry, but I can't now
Fell off track once, now I'm runnin', ain't no back out
I'm gettin' racks now, pullin' up to the ave Fifth of Henny, run up Saks now
Watchin' out for the snakes, get the rake
Cut my grass down, started from the bottom
On the come up, check the stats now
Take that shit, not borrow
Got a lease a jawn, might want a different one tomorrow
Lean my double cup, gon' let it dirty up my soda
Met that hoe last night, she really think that I'm gon' call her
Ha
That's my bitch, she wear a collar
Love to call me papi, she don't even know
Her father
Tell her friends we closer, but I'm bouta cut her off, cause what we doin'
Gettin' shorter when my money gettin' taller, yeah
We on championship road, we keep cruisin' in this Benz
Cause that's how championship go, goin' for the gold
Trophies, hand my grammy to me pronto
Matter of fact, send me, my Emmy
Since I actin' like you hoes
She like where I'm at now, focused on the grind
Ain't no time to be sat down
You tell me you love me, bitch, I'm sorry
But I can't now, fell off track once Now I'm runnin', ain't no back out
I'm gettin' racks now, pullin' up to the ad Fifth of Henny, run up sacks now
Watchin' out for the snakes, get the rake cut my grass down, started from the bottom
On the come up, check the stats now
I just bought a stick this 30, make you
sleep like chloroform I just backed two foreigns, had me goin
Till three in the morning, smoked the fivest za
Keep that weak shit you got out my zone and
Six figure, triple, seven scorin', sellin Eights off touring
Go for more, heart is on the sleeve
Cause we runnin' pockets
Nine, ten Gotta go and get it, ain't no other option
Eleven, twelve, only gon' remember what I had accomplished
Thirteen, fourteen, if you got a problem, put you in a coffin
Backwards
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Writer(s): Armando Pagan
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