Lotta Cash
I got my work from the narco
(Hydro)
Hey, nigga
Shoutout-shoutout to the whole narco team nigga
This is Parkside baby, nigga
90255
Hey
Look
I'm doing good, but ain't nobody ever pat my back
I'm a fool, I just came out, but I'm buying straps
Chosen one, like, "How you do it? How you thought of that?"
I said I was gon' make it, but you doubted that
You could pull the strap there 'cause we could counter that
Ayy, my lungs full of smoke, I got louder packs
And on the set, that's on my set, I got a lot of fans
We don't care about the hate, we got a lot of cash
Niggas say they gon' slide, but they don't do nothing
Niggas ain't bulletproof, so I stay clutching
I still keep a strap and I'll still bust it
I could be one of the best, but I stay busted
I be in the streets, I gotta stop thuggin'
Hardheaded, I'ma trip if you mean muggin'
Ayy, I'ma rob a nigga if he think hе bustin'
I was tryna get to him, but I found his cousin
Ayy, nigga, I don't care who the fuck you know
You should go and ask around, they know I keep a chrome
Niggas rapping 'bout this life, but they don't even know
You ain't no robber, you ain't never ran inside a home
It's like I wanna open up, but they don't keep it low
They like, "Suede, you gotta stop," yeah, bitch, I know
I'm tryna grow, I'm tryna change, they think I'm lying though
It ain't hard to keep it real, that shit ain't science, ho
I'm doing good, but ain't nobody ever pat my back
I'm a fool, I just came out, but I'm buying straps
Chosen one, like, "How you do it? How you thought of that?"
I said I was gon' make it, but you doubted that
You could pull the strap there 'cause we could counter that
Ayy, my lungs full of smoke, I got louder packs
And on the set, that's on my set, I got a lot of fans
We don't care about the hate, we got a lot of cash (on God)
We don't care about the hate, we got a lot of cash
And on the set, that's on my set, I got a lot of fans
Got a lot of fans
That's right, that nigga hate on me
Niggas hating and shit
I be always talking about hating, man
Yeah, too much of it, nigga
That shit crazy
Bro, that shit regular though when you a nigga out here and shit though
Yeah
Ayy, Parkside baby, nigga
Uh, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
On God
(Hydro)
Hey, nigga
Shoutout-shoutout to the whole narco team nigga
This is Parkside baby, nigga
90255
Hey
Look
I'm doing good, but ain't nobody ever pat my back
I'm a fool, I just came out, but I'm buying straps
Chosen one, like, "How you do it? How you thought of that?"
I said I was gon' make it, but you doubted that
You could pull the strap there 'cause we could counter that
Ayy, my lungs full of smoke, I got louder packs
And on the set, that's on my set, I got a lot of fans
We don't care about the hate, we got a lot of cash
Niggas say they gon' slide, but they don't do nothing
Niggas ain't bulletproof, so I stay clutching
I still keep a strap and I'll still bust it
I could be one of the best, but I stay busted
I be in the streets, I gotta stop thuggin'
Hardheaded, I'ma trip if you mean muggin'
Ayy, I'ma rob a nigga if he think hе bustin'
I was tryna get to him, but I found his cousin
Ayy, nigga, I don't care who the fuck you know
You should go and ask around, they know I keep a chrome
Niggas rapping 'bout this life, but they don't even know
You ain't no robber, you ain't never ran inside a home
It's like I wanna open up, but they don't keep it low
They like, "Suede, you gotta stop," yeah, bitch, I know
I'm tryna grow, I'm tryna change, they think I'm lying though
It ain't hard to keep it real, that shit ain't science, ho
I'm doing good, but ain't nobody ever pat my back
I'm a fool, I just came out, but I'm buying straps
Chosen one, like, "How you do it? How you thought of that?"
I said I was gon' make it, but you doubted that
You could pull the strap there 'cause we could counter that
Ayy, my lungs full of smoke, I got louder packs
And on the set, that's on my set, I got a lot of fans
We don't care about the hate, we got a lot of cash (on God)
We don't care about the hate, we got a lot of cash
And on the set, that's on my set, I got a lot of fans
Got a lot of fans
That's right, that nigga hate on me
Niggas hating and shit
I be always talking about hating, man
Yeah, too much of it, nigga
That shit crazy
Bro, that shit regular though when you a nigga out here and shit though
Yeah
Ayy, Parkside baby, nigga
Uh, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
On God
Credits
Writer(s): Keanen Self, Terrence Ryan Hackett, Jamie Brugada Valdez, Lukian Wernyj
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