[Intro]
(Run that back, Turbo)
[Chorus]
We built Ford tough, so my heart rock solid
We ain’t lettin' up, feel like God got our bodies, yeah
I done had it rough, I work hard for deposits
Watch me ball with my posse, I rock all different watches
I swear all this clean profit, hit the mall when I’m lonely
I don’t care to kick it, I fuck with real niggas only
Ain’t no competition, I don’t compare to my broadies
Keepin' it rare as a Rollie, promise you more than a homie
[Verse]
And I’m stayin' down, I’m committed
I keep it one hundred, admit it
I promise my brothers I’m wit' it
I jumped off the porch, I found me a cord
And fucked with a plug to get it
I rap like a poet, I opened some doors
And now Gunwunna the richest
I’m makin' the money grow inches
I’m chargin' these lil' niggas interest
I count up the money con-, I count up the money consistent
My brother cook up in the kitchen
My wrist in the water, I’m whippin'
We get the work, payin' attention
I kept it true to my religion
Don’t know why I keep constantly sinnin'?
I’m askin' the God for forgiveness
My crew treat me like the Lieutenant
My shows all got perfect attendance
Don’t know why these niggas be trippin'?
I wake up, I gotta go get it
My ring cost a new Honda Civic
They hate to see Young Gunna winnin'
I don’t know why they actin' like bitches?
(I don’t know why they actin' like bitches?)
(Run that back, Turbo)
[Chorus]
We built Ford tough, so my heart rock solid
We ain’t lettin' up, feel like God got our bodies, yeah
I done had it rough, I work hard for deposits
Watch me ball with my posse, I rock all different watches
I swear all this clean profit, hit the mall when I’m lonely
I don’t care to kick it, I fuck with real niggas only
Ain’t no competition, I don’t compare to my broadies
Keepin' it rare as a Rollie, promise you more than a homie
[Verse]
And I’m stayin' down, I’m committed
I keep it one hundred, admit it
I promise my brothers I’m wit' it
I jumped off the porch, I found me a cord
And fucked with a plug to get it
I rap like a poet, I opened some doors
And now Gunwunna the richest
I’m makin' the money grow inches
I’m chargin' these lil' niggas interest
I count up the money con-, I count up the money consistent
My brother cook up in the kitchen
My wrist in the water, I’m whippin'
We get the work, payin' attention
I kept it true to my religion
Don’t know why I keep constantly sinnin'?
I’m askin' the God for forgiveness
My crew treat me like the Lieutenant
My shows all got perfect attendance
Don’t know why these niggas be trippin'?
I wake up, I gotta go get it
My ring cost a new Honda Civic
They hate to see Young Gunna winnin'
I don’t know why they actin' like bitches?
(I don’t know why they actin' like bitches?)
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