Respect
Give me respect
Yeah that's on the set
I cannot rest
I'm chasing that money I just got a check
Yeah Yeah
Young nigga came with a tek
I just want all the baguettes
Fein for the money young nigga obsessed
Don't fall for a nigga I'll make you depressed
Talk on the motherfucking gang and you will get stretched
Racks getting bigger I got to admit
I keep it on me ain't fw them
Fein for the drugs I pop me a m
You talk about money but ain't making bread
These niggas always copy me I swear to god
Yall can't even rap I might take your spot
Ion care bout none I just want that guap
Poppin a perc yeah
Sippin on wock
I'll be going up I be on the top
Yeah I'll be sipping mud
While I fuck a thot
Demons in my head got that devil in my thoughts
You ain't got no money nigga
You can't even talk
Ice around my neck they be shining when I walk
Purple in my cup got that codiene for my cough
These bitches only want the money that shit turn me off
Ion check the cost
Give me respect
Yeah that's on the set
I cannot rest
I'm chasing that money I just got a check
Yeah yeah
Young nigga came with a tek
I just want all the baguettes
Fein for the money young nigga obsessed
Don't fall for a nigga I'll make you depressed
Talk on the motherfucking gang and you will get stretched
Racks getting bigger I got to admit
I keep it on me ain't fucking wit them
Fein for the drugs I pop me a m
You talk about money but ain't making bread
Yeah that's on the set
I cannot rest
I'm chasing that money I just got a check
Yeah Yeah
Young nigga came with a tek
I just want all the baguettes
Fein for the money young nigga obsessed
Don't fall for a nigga I'll make you depressed
Talk on the motherfucking gang and you will get stretched
Racks getting bigger I got to admit
I keep it on me ain't fw them
Fein for the drugs I pop me a m
You talk about money but ain't making bread
These niggas always copy me I swear to god
Yall can't even rap I might take your spot
Ion care bout none I just want that guap
Poppin a perc yeah
Sippin on wock
I'll be going up I be on the top
Yeah I'll be sipping mud
While I fuck a thot
Demons in my head got that devil in my thoughts
You ain't got no money nigga
You can't even talk
Ice around my neck they be shining when I walk
Purple in my cup got that codiene for my cough
These bitches only want the money that shit turn me off
Ion check the cost
Give me respect
Yeah that's on the set
I cannot rest
I'm chasing that money I just got a check
Yeah yeah
Young nigga came with a tek
I just want all the baguettes
Fein for the money young nigga obsessed
Don't fall for a nigga I'll make you depressed
Talk on the motherfucking gang and you will get stretched
Racks getting bigger I got to admit
I keep it on me ain't fucking wit them
Fein for the drugs I pop me a m
You talk about money but ain't making bread
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