Cfn (feat. Whipp king)

Better get up off your ass if you tryna touch a brick
Get up on the grind if you tryna get rich Sittin' with your hand out, you ain't gettin
Shit I really came for nothin', I was out here sellin
Nicks Better get up off your ass if you tryna touch

A brick Get up on the grind if you tryna get rich
Sittin' with your hand out, you ain't gettin' shit
I really came for nothin', I was out here sellin' nicks
I really come for nothin', I ain't had a whole lot

I was talkin' since a youngin', hittin' leaks, dodgin' cops
I was mixin' in the kitchen, I was flippin' with the pot
I was distributin' rock, bitch, I kept the block hot
When the feds hit the door, I ain't had nowhere to go

I got caught with the gun, the scale, and the dope
And I put that on my soul, I ain't never told
I'm a real street nigga, I ain't never fold
A lot of niggas hatin', they mad cause they broke

You'd rather chase a bitch, bitch, I'm stickin' to the code
Runnin' up a bag, sittin' is a no
These fuck niggas jealous and I already know
I drop a whole bag, got my neck and wrist froze

I got real diamonds and I got real gold
Ten-fifty for the fish and I bet it swim
And be jumpin' in the water like a fuckin' Broom
Better get up off your ass if you tryna touch a brief

Get up on the grind if you tryna get rich
Sittin' with your hand out, you ain't gettin' shit
I really gave a nut and I was out just sellin' knees
Better get up off your ass if you tryna touch a brief

Get up on the grind if you tryna get rich
Sittin' with your hand out, you ain't gettin' shit
I really gave a nut and I was out just sellin' knees
On Tuesdays and Thursdays, you better watch where you sleep

Cause the people gon' act as if you get caught in the streets
In the streets, number low, low, low, blow, blow, blow, blow
All them bricks in the attic, I can make a brick stove
We got guns in the fridge and that pot up on the stove

All the jewelry on my wrist, you can call me Whippy Gold
This ain't color purple, nigga, but the fish up in the bowl
Bring the trap back, nigga, we still trappin' at the stove
Twelve still tryna get me cause a pussy nigga told

Number blues on the tape, we runnin' numbers, number gold
I fuck with Bobby Johnson free, but I never sell my soul
I bought a house in the A, we pushin' P like it's K
I call a juke, man, nigga, bro, I need another phone

We be movin' like the mob, bitch, I'm Godfather 4
Fuck a opp, fuck a cop, we send hitters at your door
Every opp gotta get it, every nigga gotta go
Better get up off your ass if you tryna touch a brief

Get up on the grind if you tryna get rich
Sittin' with your hand out, you ain't gettin' shit
I really gave her nothin', I was out here sellin' nicks
Better get up off your ass if you tryna touch a brief

Get up on the grind if you tryna get rich
Sittin' with your hand out, you ain't gettin' shit
I really gave her nothin', I was out here sellin' nicks
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