Zelda (TrellMix)
I pray that they wake up one day and notice that I'm-
That I'm not against 'em, no shape, form, or fashion
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's so much money to make, I'm finna go make it all (yeah)
You niggas Detroit Pistons, you niggas don't even ball
Niggas had doubted me, no, I don't like none of y'all (yeah)
She can't get nothing outta me, bae, better call Saul
Bae, better call her daddy and call her uncle
With all of that begging and pleading
I'm not the one that give you my money and funds
I'm not the one that you needing
These niggas talking and talking and talking and talking
But don't get no money, deceiving
I left the bank and I'm finna go back
Just like a hairline receding, damn
You hoes broke, a joke, can't even pay your note (ah)
I do not know you girl, hoe, we never spoke (oh, no, yeah)
Three five all in the wood, I hit it, now I'm woke (yeah)
Lil' nigga tryna be cool, this nigga don't even smoke (okay)
You niggas never be Veeze, you niggas never be ganger
I got some drip on my hangers and she love me but I'll never bang her
You cannot be on this team, you kick it with us, I'ma give you the finger
And bro got some brand new fye, I'm starting to think that bitch is a singer
I'm starting to think that bitch is gon' sing
I got some money, some motion and things
I got a shorty, a beautiful thing
The way that she act, I'ma give her a ring
And the way that she act, I'ma give her whatever she want
Just because she call me her king
These niggas bums, these niggas not getting money
They cooked, they fried, they wings (yeah)
And I'm still on a mission, I hope these niggas gon' listen
I really got good intentions, women don't get no attention
That's something I had to mention, my brothers are not competition
We're gon' come up together like New Edition
The devil is our opposition and our future is bright, it's glistening (oh, yeah)
It ain't no money you made today but you still hating (uh)
I am convinced you niggas is lame, it ain't no debating (yeah)
For the money I'm T.I. in ATL the way that I'm skating (yeah)
I'ma blow up in a year but right now I'm still waiting (okay)
That I'm not against 'em, no shape, form, or fashion
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's so much money to make, I'm finna go make it all (yeah)
You niggas Detroit Pistons, you niggas don't even ball
Niggas had doubted me, no, I don't like none of y'all (yeah)
She can't get nothing outta me, bae, better call Saul
Bae, better call her daddy and call her uncle
With all of that begging and pleading
I'm not the one that give you my money and funds
I'm not the one that you needing
These niggas talking and talking and talking and talking
But don't get no money, deceiving
I left the bank and I'm finna go back
Just like a hairline receding, damn
You hoes broke, a joke, can't even pay your note (ah)
I do not know you girl, hoe, we never spoke (oh, no, yeah)
Three five all in the wood, I hit it, now I'm woke (yeah)
Lil' nigga tryna be cool, this nigga don't even smoke (okay)
You niggas never be Veeze, you niggas never be ganger
I got some drip on my hangers and she love me but I'll never bang her
You cannot be on this team, you kick it with us, I'ma give you the finger
And bro got some brand new fye, I'm starting to think that bitch is a singer
I'm starting to think that bitch is gon' sing
I got some money, some motion and things
I got a shorty, a beautiful thing
The way that she act, I'ma give her a ring
And the way that she act, I'ma give her whatever she want
Just because she call me her king
These niggas bums, these niggas not getting money
They cooked, they fried, they wings (yeah)
And I'm still on a mission, I hope these niggas gon' listen
I really got good intentions, women don't get no attention
That's something I had to mention, my brothers are not competition
We're gon' come up together like New Edition
The devil is our opposition and our future is bright, it's glistening (oh, yeah)
It ain't no money you made today but you still hating (uh)
I am convinced you niggas is lame, it ain't no debating (yeah)
For the money I'm T.I. in ATL the way that I'm skating (yeah)
I'ma blow up in a year but right now I'm still waiting (okay)
Credits
Writer(s): Raphael Lovelace Jr.
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