Coming out fresh
Ryan Jade made it
My nigga, I've passed that, Forgiato
Forgiato, yeah, I put on my wheel
Life is a journey, I'm doing the dash
Tryna do better than was last time
Started with nothing, we just full of dreams
Counting the stacks, now we doing it big
24-7, I ain't been asleep
Tryna see what we doing up next
Chasing that dream, yeah, we gotta make it out
Pushing the struggle, the nigga was hungry
(The nigga was hungry)
Rocking a Fendi, just tryna offend them
Stepping on toes for the past few years
Eliantte on my drip
Dripping on diamonds, left hand froze
Tennis chains on my bitches
Feds might be thinking we trapping
They really thinking we trapping
The way we spending the racks
600 racks on a whip
Nah, we be talking in codes
20 racks on the chrome
Nah, my heart really cold
I can't go back broke
Remember times I was broke
MayBach came with a bar, I've been running up bags
Put my legs on the gas
Coming from rags to riches
The way we came in this game
Now we be changing this game
Sky's the limit when you grind
Countin' blessings, not checks
Keep my dreams in sight
From the streets to the suites
Rolls Royce dreams, now they real
Investing really smart
Yeah, my stocks on climb
Watch my empire rise
Givenchy on my feet
Audemars on my wrists
Richard Mille on my right
When she come, she can get anything she wants
Let the cash really flow
Did it twice, not luck
MollyFezzy going hard
Money (money), cars (cars), let them niggas know
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock
Ain't no time for games
Living (living) life (life) like it's GTA
Coming (coming) fresh (fresh), none they've ever seen
All my cars updated, paid the cash up front
From the corner to the world
Counting blessings all the time
I don't care what they say
Let them keep talking, made it really easy
'Rarris for 'Rarris, hustle for hustle
Go dollars for dollars, money on my mind
Money, fuck it
Talking 'bout my time
She, not honest
I won't call her back
Get that bag
Only thing I do
Fuck it, leave it
Nothing beneficial
Sky not the limit
Father, I'm pleading for a minute
I just be counting the millions, running up millie
Stunting on media, going to India
Standing on business
I'm on a mission, she on the cam
She acting freaky
Wanna be featured selling the coochie
Right after breakup
Acting wild with her friends
Every grind is a grind, every win is a win
Butterflies, here I come
Body count, no cap
She can cum, yeah, I cum
What's the cost? Yeah, I buy
Burn out the wheelies
Drive like you stole it
No one cares how you grind
You gon' grind or you starve
Giving games to my boys
Read her text, no response, really proud I piped
She don't really miss you, she a little freaky
Give me top on a yacht
In the hood, I'm the one
Got that bag all stashed
In the streets, watch your back
You don't know how it goes
If you know, then you know
Money, cars, let them niggas know
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock
Ain't no time for games
Living (living) life (life) like it's GTA
Coming (coming) fresh (fresh), none they've ever seen
Yeah, fuck it, got the shit I need
Dripping water, all my chains on frost
They're thinking I would change
Still keeping it really solid
I don't care what they talk
They really be capping a lot
Yeah, fuck it, mm, shit
Yeah
Why?
My nigga, I've passed that, Forgiato
Forgiato, yeah, I put on my wheel
Life is a journey, I'm doing the dash
Tryna do better than was last time
Started with nothing, we just full of dreams
Counting the stacks, now we doing it big
24-7, I ain't been asleep
Tryna see what we doing up next
Chasing that dream, yeah, we gotta make it out
Pushing the struggle, the nigga was hungry
(The nigga was hungry)
Rocking a Fendi, just tryna offend them
Stepping on toes for the past few years
Eliantte on my drip
Dripping on diamonds, left hand froze
Tennis chains on my bitches
Feds might be thinking we trapping
They really thinking we trapping
The way we spending the racks
600 racks on a whip
Nah, we be talking in codes
20 racks on the chrome
Nah, my heart really cold
I can't go back broke
Remember times I was broke
MayBach came with a bar, I've been running up bags
Put my legs on the gas
Coming from rags to riches
The way we came in this game
Now we be changing this game
Sky's the limit when you grind
Countin' blessings, not checks
Keep my dreams in sight
From the streets to the suites
Rolls Royce dreams, now they real
Investing really smart
Yeah, my stocks on climb
Watch my empire rise
Givenchy on my feet
Audemars on my wrists
Richard Mille on my right
When she come, she can get anything she wants
Let the cash really flow
Did it twice, not luck
MollyFezzy going hard
Money (money), cars (cars), let them niggas know
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock
Ain't no time for games
Living (living) life (life) like it's GTA
Coming (coming) fresh (fresh), none they've ever seen
All my cars updated, paid the cash up front
From the corner to the world
Counting blessings all the time
I don't care what they say
Let them keep talking, made it really easy
'Rarris for 'Rarris, hustle for hustle
Go dollars for dollars, money on my mind
Money, fuck it
Talking 'bout my time
She, not honest
I won't call her back
Get that bag
Only thing I do
Fuck it, leave it
Nothing beneficial
Sky not the limit
Father, I'm pleading for a minute
I just be counting the millions, running up millie
Stunting on media, going to India
Standing on business
I'm on a mission, she on the cam
She acting freaky
Wanna be featured selling the coochie
Right after breakup
Acting wild with her friends
Every grind is a grind, every win is a win
Butterflies, here I come
Body count, no cap
She can cum, yeah, I cum
What's the cost? Yeah, I buy
Burn out the wheelies
Drive like you stole it
No one cares how you grind
You gon' grind or you starve
Giving games to my boys
Read her text, no response, really proud I piped
She don't really miss you, she a little freaky
Give me top on a yacht
In the hood, I'm the one
Got that bag all stashed
In the streets, watch your back
You don't know how it goes
If you know, then you know
Money, cars, let them niggas know
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock
Ain't no time for games
Living (living) life (life) like it's GTA
Coming (coming) fresh (fresh), none they've ever seen
Yeah, fuck it, got the shit I need
Dripping water, all my chains on frost
They're thinking I would change
Still keeping it really solid
I don't care what they talk
They really be capping a lot
Yeah, fuck it, mm, shit
Yeah
Why?
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