[Chorus]
Been through so much shit so you can't tell me shit
All my life I hustled that's what got me here
Please keep all that gossip out my fuckin' ear
'Cause niggas talk all day but that don't make you shit
I'm backin' my groove on 'em
I'm bussin' a move on 'em
You wildin' your bag, daddy
I got niggas mad at me
Picture me rollin', I promise to wear bank, stolen
Drippin' like wet paint, homies
Smellin' this good dank on me
Stackin' this big bank on ya
[Verse]
I'm tryin' to get used to this money to tell you the truth me used to have nothin'
Bought some chains like fuck it, crash a coupe that's a bucket
Momma be callin' my phone so worried, didn't know I was in Brooklyn
Up in Sony, sendin' up pictures, she like, "Nigga, I love it"
Phone calls from my sister, she like, "Nigga, we made it"
We gotta celebrate when you gon' take me back to Vegas
Same nigga from the Nooga, I ain't fuckin' famous
How they gon' take my lane when I just keep on makin' changes?
[Refrain]
In the night we ride off
Your bitch tryin' to slide off
In the coupe we ride off
Let them panties slide off
I ain't got no time off
I can't cut the shine off
I can't trim my shit down
Please respect the ground off
Bitch, we out here
Got the vision crystal clear
Livin' with no fear
We make problems disappear
No, I ain't no killer
But my pistol in the whip
Never been a bitch
Can never play me like a shrimp
Been through so much shit so you can't tell me shit
All my life I hustled that's what got me here
Please keep all that gossip out my fuckin' ear
'Cause niggas talk all day but that don't make you shit
I'm backin' my groove on 'em
I'm bussin' a move on 'em
You wildin' your bag, daddy
I got niggas mad at me
Picture me rollin', I promise to wear bank, stolen
Drippin' like wet paint, homies
Smellin' this good dank on me
Stackin' this big bank on ya
[Verse]
I'm tryin' to get used to this money to tell you the truth me used to have nothin'
Bought some chains like fuck it, crash a coupe that's a bucket
Momma be callin' my phone so worried, didn't know I was in Brooklyn
Up in Sony, sendin' up pictures, she like, "Nigga, I love it"
Phone calls from my sister, she like, "Nigga, we made it"
We gotta celebrate when you gon' take me back to Vegas
Same nigga from the Nooga, I ain't fuckin' famous
How they gon' take my lane when I just keep on makin' changes?
[Refrain]
In the night we ride off
Your bitch tryin' to slide off
In the coupe we ride off
Let them panties slide off
I ain't got no time off
I can't cut the shine off
I can't trim my shit down
Please respect the ground off
Bitch, we out here
Got the vision crystal clear
Livin' with no fear
We make problems disappear
No, I ain't no killer
But my pistol in the whip
Never been a bitch
Can never play me like a shrimp
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