[Chorus: Jayway Sosa]
I bet with my lingo I can make a fortune
As good as money
Drop a couple racks and now she say she feel important
She know I'm stuntin'
Everything I live and breathe just wanna be successful, ayy
Wake up every morning, grab the sack from out the dresser
Them Franklins piling, yeah them Franklins piling
And my niggas still 'bout whatever
I can't think about it, chasin' nothin' but bodies
Now I'm re-ing up with extra
I'm so clever, I be fly forever, rock my jesus pieces like a medal
All these hoes ever really wanted was a nigga with his shit together
A nigga with his shit together
[Verse 1: Jayway Sosa]
Swear I can't take no more loses
Ran up my sack with a circle of bosses
Pray for my heart, I got ice on my cross
Big special what cost it
And I know how to get it out the mud
Even though they ain't never sold 'em
All I ever hear is rappers say they movin' drugs
Make you tighten up and guard your rep with your life if I told you what it really was
You ain't even met the plug
Chopper stashed in them traphouses, 'bout to duck out like I'm a fud
Beginning to finish, bitch said fuck your feelings
My pockets replenished, we came out the trenches
We wrestle them sacks, choke hoes on the business
Bitch seen water whip it, she wanna get in it, swerve
All them packs I gotta stretch
Wake up to a jugg and grab the batch from out the dress
What's really good, boy you broke and you look like you stressed
We chasin' the cash and my niggas still 'bout whatever
Better get your shit together
I bet with my lingo I can make a fortune
As good as money
Drop a couple racks and now she say she feel important
She know I'm stuntin'
Everything I live and breathe just wanna be successful, ayy
Wake up every morning, grab the sack from out the dresser
Them Franklins piling, yeah them Franklins piling
And my niggas still 'bout whatever
I can't think about it, chasin' nothin' but bodies
Now I'm re-ing up with extra
I'm so clever, I be fly forever, rock my jesus pieces like a medal
All these hoes ever really wanted was a nigga with his shit together
A nigga with his shit together
[Verse 1: Jayway Sosa]
Swear I can't take no more loses
Ran up my sack with a circle of bosses
Pray for my heart, I got ice on my cross
Big special what cost it
And I know how to get it out the mud
Even though they ain't never sold 'em
All I ever hear is rappers say they movin' drugs
Make you tighten up and guard your rep with your life if I told you what it really was
You ain't even met the plug
Chopper stashed in them traphouses, 'bout to duck out like I'm a fud
Beginning to finish, bitch said fuck your feelings
My pockets replenished, we came out the trenches
We wrestle them sacks, choke hoes on the business
Bitch seen water whip it, she wanna get in it, swerve
All them packs I gotta stretch
Wake up to a jugg and grab the batch from out the dress
What's really good, boy you broke and you look like you stressed
We chasin' the cash and my niggas still 'bout whatever
Better get your shit together
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