Different

Oh, ain't that drip, that drip (money on the flow, go get it)

You say it's money on the flow, nigga, go get it
Tryna wipe the whole bank by tomorrow, nigga, no limits
You niggas negative as fuck, where yo' vision?
I ain't nothin' like you broke niggas, I'm so different
I ain't nothin' like you, niggas, I'm so different
I don't wear the lil' shit you niggas wear, nigga, no kiddin'
Another day, another play, you could come with me
Just a young nigga from the bay, so I'm so different

Just a youngin' from the bay, so I'm so different
They never say it to my face, they just go and script it
They can't stay up out my way 'cause I'm so gifted
And you can't eat up off this plate, if you can't make no dishes
Before you post that lil' sub don't forget to mention
And I ain't want another bag, bitch, I don't want no bitches
Besides GTA, nigga, you never did a mission
The main niggas who be mad pay the most attention

They know I slide too fast, got another ticket
Nigga wish I was broke and down bad, nigga keep wishin'
They tryna copy what I do, so I just keep switchin'
Nigga watch my every move, nigga, no kiddin'
All yo' bitches fagged and you hang with snitches
Never see me up in last, bitch, 'cause ain't no competition
I was being genuine, and you tried to be a menace
Evil ass dumb bitch, shoulda been my victim

You say it's money on the flow, nigga, go get it
Tryna wipe the whole bank by tomorrow, nigga, no limits
You niggas negative as fuck, where yo' vision?
I ain't nothin' like you broke niggas, I'm so different
I ain't nothin' like you nigga, I'm so different
I don't wear the lil' shit you niggas wear, nigga, no kiddin'
Another day, another play, you can come with me
Just a young nigga from the bay, so I'm so different

Just a youngin from the bay, so I'm so different
Never hearin' what a broke nigga gotta say 'cause I don't listen
Never see me in no beef, only next to chicken
And why they hate but copy me? I don't get it
You wasn't listenin' to me, so now I don't listen
You couldn't cook up a check, bitch, if I gave you the kitchen
Mismatch designer, mixin' bape with Christians
Wrong puzzle piece, I don't fit in

I ain't tryna step, this is just how I'm livin'
The way you niggas talkin' out, your neck gon' come up missin'
I ain't gotta do shit, but I gotta get it
I want the bag, bitch, y'all can have the bitches
Mike Amiri jeans with some black Christians
If I send yo' bitch the text, she gon' react kissin'
She said I fuck her the best, well, who else hittin'?
Slap the bitch, talkin' out her neck, I am not trippin'

You'll never see me at my last 'cause I'll go flip it
And nigga keep talkin' 'bout this bag, but they never get it
I'm the quiet nigga with the bag, so I got all the bitches
Niggas fake demon for the gram, but they forgot to mention



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Writer(s): Mykiah Porter
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