[Intro: 350Heem]
(FOREVEROLLING)
Look
[Chorus: 350Heem & CEO Trayle]
Ayy, they didn't show no love when I was comin' up
Now she wanna fuck 'cause she done seen I ran my money up
Run up all these bucks, my pockets big just like a Tonka truck
Fell in love with that, now, babygirl, I just can't get enough
I was switchin' kitchens, make a bitch come do my dishes
Runnin' up the digits, I can hear his plain tickin'
Oh, I switched it for the lobster, used to do the chicken
Big Boss C4 the mobster, the bomb still tickin'
[Verse 1: 350Heem]
Look, I just been addin' up, 'cause I was broke, I had enough
I done got my baggage up, now bitches wanna back it up
Tell me why they mad at us, 'cause they know ain't no passin' us
I gеt a check and stack it up, send shots at niggas actin' tough
Niggas be hatin' for nothin' 'causе I be stuntin', better go get you some money
I gotta keep it one hundred, I don't do no frontin', you already know how I'm comin'
And no, I ain't goin' for nothin', I be with the shooters and all of my niggas, they gunnin'
Nothin' out of somethin', I used to be broke, now I'm wrappin' that paper like mummy
We get it in and it's a winnin' circle, you cannot get in
Fuck a friend and I'm a Florida boy, so bitch, don't call me twin
I started countin' at eleven just because I don't pretend
And if we miss, we spin again, I see through niggas like a lense
(FOREVEROLLING)
Look
[Chorus: 350Heem & CEO Trayle]
Ayy, they didn't show no love when I was comin' up
Now she wanna fuck 'cause she done seen I ran my money up
Run up all these bucks, my pockets big just like a Tonka truck
Fell in love with that, now, babygirl, I just can't get enough
I was switchin' kitchens, make a bitch come do my dishes
Runnin' up the digits, I can hear his plain tickin'
Oh, I switched it for the lobster, used to do the chicken
Big Boss C4 the mobster, the bomb still tickin'
[Verse 1: 350Heem]
Look, I just been addin' up, 'cause I was broke, I had enough
I done got my baggage up, now bitches wanna back it up
Tell me why they mad at us, 'cause they know ain't no passin' us
I gеt a check and stack it up, send shots at niggas actin' tough
Niggas be hatin' for nothin' 'causе I be stuntin', better go get you some money
I gotta keep it one hundred, I don't do no frontin', you already know how I'm comin'
And no, I ain't goin' for nothin', I be with the shooters and all of my niggas, they gunnin'
Nothin' out of somethin', I used to be broke, now I'm wrappin' that paper like mummy
We get it in and it's a winnin' circle, you cannot get in
Fuck a friend and I'm a Florida boy, so bitch, don't call me twin
I started countin' at eleven just because I don't pretend
And if we miss, we spin again, I see through niggas like a lense
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