[Verse 1: Nafe Smallz]
Told them niggas "Fuck it, this shit a new beginning"
I don't care about the Bentleys, Benzs, bitches, all I care about is winnin'
Mama used to try to tell me not to trust these bitches, not to trust these women (No way)
I just left the London show fucked up, four white tings, sinnin', you know that I'm sinnin'
You know what I'm 'bout
She said she heard about the kid, just from word of mouth
She see them hitters with me and she know what I'm about
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Got a lot of cash money on me right now (Cash)
I really shut it down (Lets go)
You know I trap so hard nigga, in then I'm out
And I go, go, go get it
I been a fiend for the money, yeah. I said it
I got the trap line, you hear it bellin'
I got a million flows, ain't nobody messin'
I had a teacher that tried to tell me I wouldn't be shit
I just made a whole year on the weekend
Hopped out, I get so deep in the deep end
Dropped out, roll another blunt, put the weed in
For my whole life I been on the grind tryna get it nigga
Bought them packs with me to the city nigga
Where them racks at? You know I'm tryna get it, yeah
Fuck all the talkin', fuck all the bitchin'
Tryna get me to the millions (Yeah, yeah)
I was on music, only fuck with the realest niggas in the building
Told them niggas "Fuck it, this shit a new beginning"
I don't care about the Bentleys, Benzs, bitches, all I care about is winnin'
Mama used to try to tell me not to trust these bitches, not to trust these women (No way)
I just left the London show fucked up, four white tings, sinnin', you know that I'm sinnin'
You know what I'm 'bout
She said she heard about the kid, just from word of mouth
She see them hitters with me and she know what I'm about
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Got a lot of cash money on me right now (Cash)
I really shut it down (Lets go)
You know I trap so hard nigga, in then I'm out
And I go, go, go get it
I been a fiend for the money, yeah. I said it
I got the trap line, you hear it bellin'
I got a million flows, ain't nobody messin'
I had a teacher that tried to tell me I wouldn't be shit
I just made a whole year on the weekend
Hopped out, I get so deep in the deep end
Dropped out, roll another blunt, put the weed in
For my whole life I been on the grind tryna get it nigga
Bought them packs with me to the city nigga
Where them racks at? You know I'm tryna get it, yeah
Fuck all the talkin', fuck all the bitchin'
Tryna get me to the millions (Yeah, yeah)
I was on music, only fuck with the realest niggas in the building
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