hit the fan
(GotDamnitDupri)
Ain't no switchin' up, I'm stickin' with you to the end
Feelin' good, a - rollin', mixin' up exotic strands
Better watch out for these - 'cause they finesse you out your bands
These 'bows a lil' too loud, I told my cuddy hit the fan
I ain't have no handouts, I got this - off hard work
Everybody not your dog, but that's the part that really hurt
Hit the 'Wood twice, it's not that hard to leave Earth
I outrap a lot of -, I pour my heart in each verse
All my - makin' money, what you know about juggin'?
I'm dressed nice and smellin' good, see, now I got your - lookin'
Your - out here sellin' shake, but tellin' you his trap jumpin'
Y'all better get y'all mans, he out here groupie - lovin'
Don't matter how she act, for the right -, she -
On the 'Gram, these - up, in real life, they ain't got nothin'
It's like these - scared of money, they runnin' and duckin'
Really in love with money, I'm huntin' hundreds
Ain't no switchin' up, I'm stickin' with you to the end
Feelin' good, a - rollin', mixin' up exotic strands
Better watch out for these - 'cause they finesse you out your bands
These 'bows a lil' too loud, I told my cuddy hit the fan
I ain't have no handouts, I got this - off hard work
Everybody not your dog, but that's the part that really hurt
Hit the 'Wood twice, it's not that hard to leave Earth
I outrap a lot of -, I pour my heart in each verse
I don't really wanna hang unless it's cash attached
I told her watch the way she move, she got too much - for that
Now bend it over, - it up, move like it's ants on your back
Hit a three-sixty with a spin, I ain't got no answers for that
We livin' in a world of thots, my wrist cost a lot
They floodin' my DMs, they askin' when I'm gon' drop
Dumb -, they do the most, I swear to God they got me hot
It be the weak - out here blowin' up the spot
I been hard as hell, I just ain't get the recognition
I did it on my own, I always knew I had the vision
Now these - call my phone, they be talkin', but I don't listen
If I keep workin', my life gon' consist of rich livin'
When I'm off the juice, feel like a pimp, I start limpin'
You givin' a dirty - some head, I call it fishin'
He popped a 30 before he -, now buddy itchin'
One thing these - have in common, they all spend it
All my homies havin' money, we all twinnin'
Your -, she proud of my success, I got her grinnin'
Most love to the ones who been here since the beginnin'
Y'all can do the talkin', I'ma do the spendin'
This a big body, your - wet off the engine
I ain't put the hook yet, -, 'cause I'm not finished
Your - spinnin', I'm big spendin'
Your - chose up 'cause she obsessed with rich livin'
Ain't no switchin' up, I'm stickin' with you to the end
Feelin' good, a - rollin', mixin' up exotic strands
Better watch out for these - 'cause they finesse you out your bands
These 'bows a lil' too loud, I told my cuddy hit the fan
I ain't have no handouts, I got this - off hard work
Everybody not your dog, but that's the part that really hurt
Hit the 'Wood twice, it's not that hard to leave Earth
I outrap a lot of -, I pour my heart in each verse
Ain't no switchin' up, I'm stickin' with you to the end
Feelin' good, a - rollin', mixin' up exotic strands
Better watch out for these - 'cause they finesse you out your bands
These 'bows a lil' too loud, I told my cuddy hit the fan
I ain't have no handouts, I got this - off hard work
Everybody not your dog, but that's the part that really hurt
Hit the 'Wood twice, it's not that hard to leave Earth
I outrap a lot of -, I pour my heart in each verse
All my - makin' money, what you know about juggin'?
I'm dressed nice and smellin' good, see, now I got your - lookin'
Your - out here sellin' shake, but tellin' you his trap jumpin'
Y'all better get y'all mans, he out here groupie - lovin'
Don't matter how she act, for the right -, she -
On the 'Gram, these - up, in real life, they ain't got nothin'
It's like these - scared of money, they runnin' and duckin'
Really in love with money, I'm huntin' hundreds
Ain't no switchin' up, I'm stickin' with you to the end
Feelin' good, a - rollin', mixin' up exotic strands
Better watch out for these - 'cause they finesse you out your bands
These 'bows a lil' too loud, I told my cuddy hit the fan
I ain't have no handouts, I got this - off hard work
Everybody not your dog, but that's the part that really hurt
Hit the 'Wood twice, it's not that hard to leave Earth
I outrap a lot of -, I pour my heart in each verse
I don't really wanna hang unless it's cash attached
I told her watch the way she move, she got too much - for that
Now bend it over, - it up, move like it's ants on your back
Hit a three-sixty with a spin, I ain't got no answers for that
We livin' in a world of thots, my wrist cost a lot
They floodin' my DMs, they askin' when I'm gon' drop
Dumb -, they do the most, I swear to God they got me hot
It be the weak - out here blowin' up the spot
I been hard as hell, I just ain't get the recognition
I did it on my own, I always knew I had the vision
Now these - call my phone, they be talkin', but I don't listen
If I keep workin', my life gon' consist of rich livin'
When I'm off the juice, feel like a pimp, I start limpin'
You givin' a dirty - some head, I call it fishin'
He popped a 30 before he -, now buddy itchin'
One thing these - have in common, they all spend it
All my homies havin' money, we all twinnin'
Your -, she proud of my success, I got her grinnin'
Most love to the ones who been here since the beginnin'
Y'all can do the talkin', I'ma do the spendin'
This a big body, your - wet off the engine
I ain't put the hook yet, -, 'cause I'm not finished
Your - spinnin', I'm big spendin'
Your - chose up 'cause she obsessed with rich livin'
Ain't no switchin' up, I'm stickin' with you to the end
Feelin' good, a - rollin', mixin' up exotic strands
Better watch out for these - 'cause they finesse you out your bands
These 'bows a lil' too loud, I told my cuddy hit the fan
I ain't have no handouts, I got this - off hard work
Everybody not your dog, but that's the part that really hurt
Hit the 'Wood twice, it's not that hard to leave Earth
I outrap a lot of -, I pour my heart in each verse
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Writer(s): Regis Bell, Kameron Milner, Peckerbeatz
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