Patron boyz

Let go, let go
Ayy what you know about being up at six in the morning by yourself tryna catch you a plate
What you know about losing three racks off a bet, make it back by the end of the day
What you know about starving alone when you up, niggas tryna come eat off your plate
I was tryna be humble at first but I'm finna start putting that shit in their face

Ayy what you know about that sh-
Say, "Ayy, what you know 'bout that sh-?"
Ayy they ain't wanna fuck with you when you were broke
But now they wanna fuck 'cause you rich
Say, "Ayy, what you know 'bout that sh-?"
Say, tell 'em what you know 'bout that sh-
Ayy I would make a play with my pot
And that same nigga tried to go f- on my b-

Ayy these niggas be cap
Mitchell and Ness ain't having no motion
But what about the next?
Yeah I would pop my shit in my city
That's why my name in their mouth like some Crest
Ask 'em who really gets money for real
I do it like Nike, it comes with a check
Ayy mix and match my designer, Louis V on my shoe
With Selena in my chair

Yeah I put my sh- on before I walk out the store, I forgot how to rip out the tank
When I put on this sh-, I know she ain't had
Heard that your last nigga probably was broke
Shit I'm a rich nigga, spending that cash
Say that you love me, if you love me for real
Take my name on the back of your ass

Come here, try to come hop in that water
Better make sure you know how to swim
Stop out with a limp
I got three hoes on my side
That's the life when you f- with a pimp

I don't do no attempts
I'm on a whole 'nother level
Young nigga fly as a blimp
Yeah, got on my app tryna run up this paper
A young nigga chasin' his M

Yeah, the pack just dropped with the bow in
My brother the mudder, the dope man
Wanna try me, just stick your toe in
Drop a bag on your head like it's sewn in
Go and box that w- up like the Pope man
I don't just want that little b-, I want both friends
I remember them days I was at my granny's house
With a post-it on the block at the low end

Ayy what you know about being up at six in the morning by yourself tryna catch you a plate
What you know about losing three racks off a bet
Make it back by the end of the day
What you know about starving alone
When you up, niggas try to come and eat off your plate
I was tryna be humble at first
But I'm finna start putting that sh- in their face

Ayy what you know about that sh-
Say, "Ayy, what you know 'bout that sh-?"
Ayy they ain't wanna fuck with you when you were broke
But now they wanna fuck 'cause you rich
Say, "Ayy, what you know 'bout that sh-?"
Say, tell 'em what you know 'bout that sh-
Ayy I would make a play with my pot
And that same nigga tried to go f- on my b-