Out Like That

I'm just a young nigga, don't give a fuck
Tryna run these funds up
Yo bitch is a hitchhiker 'cus she gotta throw em up
Thumbin through a half a mill, look down and fuck my thumb up
And I'm a multi-millionaire but Gucci still can't put the bomb up
Run up, I'm a gun you down, smoking gangsta out the cloud
And if you girlfriend' friend fine I'm a get it down
I got faces faces faces, I go to sleep and wake up in foreign places
This shit be deep and plus this drive Katrinas crazy
Look at depending how it's overpopulated
And I done spent so many millions fighting cases
It's like they throw food at my mouth, my mama baby

I got a cup full of pain and a blunt full of problems
And I'm feeling like I'm going crazy
Got a bad bitch insane and she tattoed my name
Now she tryna trap me with a baby
And I ain't going out like that, out like that
I ain't going out like that
I ain't going out Shawty
And I ain't going out like that, out like that
I ain't going out like that
I gotta get me some money

Oooh ooh ooh
Oooh ooh ooh
(I gotta get me some money)
Oooh ooh ooh
Oooh ooh ooh

Wheels on set nigga, you know what it is
Ain't trippin bout no bitch nigga, penthouse how I live
Whoever made this beat nigga, shout out for the kill
And they hate that my paint wet when I ride by on the rims
And I'm killin these niggas for real
For real, for real
And I'm telling you like it is
I'm here, no deal
No leader, no cheer
Motherfuck bout no feel
And you scared bout them headshots, no gunplay, no kill
So if you wanna make it happen faster
I got yo main bitch, that pussy fat and it clappin backwards
That 1-2 and I got Big Bank Black with me
I got my strap with me and I got my ice for the...

I got a cup full of pain and a blunt full of problems
And I'm feeling like I'm going crazy
Got a bad bitch insane and she tattoed my name
Now she tryna trap me with a baby
And I ain't going out like that, out like that
I ain't going out like that
I ain't going out Shawty
And I ain't going out like that, out like that
I ain't going out like that
I gotta get me some money

You dead wrong, you dead ass wrong
Bitch you know that ain't my baby,
Stop texting my phone
Got her shoe famous, got designer for this
On my grind 24 'cus I gots to kill it
Ain't going all bad, but I don't wear flags
This mob shit to the death, Godfather father swag
These niggas so phony, these niggas so phony
Everything around me Gucci, I got rich homies
These streets scarred me, could never burn me
Homeboy yo mission impossible – tryna rob me
Brrea brrea brrea
I leave you layin flat
You got that whole set edition playin rich but

I got a cup full of pain and a blunt full of problems
And I'm feeling like I'm going crazy
Got a bad bitch insane and she tattoed my name
Now she tryna trap me with a baby
And I ain't going out like that, out like that
I ain't going out like that
I ain't going out Shawty
And I ain't going out like that, out like that
I ain't going out like that
I gotta get me some money



Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Goodvin, Adam Sanders, Cole Swindell
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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