Off the List
Billionaire
I'd be lying if I told you I ain't need you
Even though, that I did
Ran this bitch without friends
Hell no, love, don't exist
And all my opps, still gon' die
I'm Check these niggas off the list
I was in that field, I jumped that water
But I still took a risk
They killed my partner, they hurt my soul
To this day, I can't resist
I'm countin' that bag and when I catch him
We gon' pop him
And his shit, I got that mask on
With my chopper, they gon' catch him
In this bitch, thought drugs make me love harder
But I guess that shit, didnt
Fuckin' with these women
Got their feelings in the mix, ayy
Money make you feel good
But don't change how you feel
Cause I got guns now
Had to protect myself
I don't know who gon' try to snake
Missed my home til today
Wish these fuck niggas would've never snake
They say they Proud of you, dawg
But they really be hatin
I got that money up
I had to educate myself
Fuck it, I'ma catch that nigga Slippin
He gon' die out there, only people that proud of me is momma and my brother
Nigga, pull up with that stick
And get the bussing
Bitch, I'm clutching nigga
Dirty fuckin' pistol
Cost me nothin
Just to blow the bitch
It don't cost me nothin
To put you up
That's on my soul, bitch
Throw him in that water
Or that lake
I bet he can't swim
Fuckin' with that bitch
She got me exercisin
Inside the gym
I got me some racks
I bout to run it up
Pull on side them
Know that they don't like me
And they be hatin
But I guess I'm proud of them
I'd be lying if I told you I ain't need you
Even though, that I did
Ran this bitch without friends
Hell no, love, don't exist
And all my opps, still gon' die
I'm Check these niggas off the list
I was in that field, I jumped that water
But I still took a risk
They killed my partner, they hurt my soul
To this day, I can't resist
I'm countin' that bag and when I catch him
We gon' pop him
And his shit, I got that mask on
With my chopper, they gon' catch him
In this bitch, thought drugs make me love harder
But I guess that shit, didnt
Fuckin' with these women
Got their feelings in the mix, ayy
Money make you feel good
But don't change how you feel
Cause I got guns now
Had to protect myself
I don't know who gon' try to snake
Missed my home til today
Wish these fuck niggas would've never snake
They say they Proud of you, dawg
But they really be hatin
I got that money up
I had to educate myself
Fuck it, I'ma catch that nigga Slippin
He gon' die out there, only people that proud of me is momma and my brother
Nigga, pull up with that stick
And get the bussing
Bitch, I'm clutching nigga
Dirty fuckin' pistol
Cost me nothin
Just to blow the bitch
It don't cost me nothin
To put you up
That's on my soul, bitch
Throw him in that water
Or that lake
I bet he can't swim
Fuckin' with that bitch
She got me exercisin
Inside the gym
I got me some racks
I bout to run it up
Pull on side them
Know that they don't like me
And they be hatin
But I guess I'm proud of them
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Writer(s): Jaquan Johnson
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