[Chorus]
I know you fuck with me but I don't really fuck with you
I left the hood becah I'm trynna make this money move
These n*ggas couldn't touch a g, my shooters touching you
And you ain't really down for me, can't put my trust in you
I know you fuck with me but I don't really fuck with you
I left this hook becah I'm trynna make this money move
These n*gga couldn't touch a g, my shooters touching you
And you ain't really down for me can't put my trust in you
[Verse]
Everyday I pray Allah, say "Allah hope I make it"
Trynna live my life but these n*ggas wanna take it
Hella n*ggas know the grind other n*ggas wanna hate it
I'm only 16 man you [?] gotta wait it
Did it with my bros, didn't do shit alone
All these bitches bettеr know that I'll never love a hoе (nah nah)
And I ain't got no time for any funny shit
I'm all about my money biz, I need to grab some rum to sip
I pray Allah hope you let me in Jannah
This prayer ain't for me, man, this is for dawgs
I met so many fiends, man, I hope I get forgiveness
Done so many wrongs, yo, I hope you can forgive it
Only way we know we sinning till we winning
When I get a milly that means all my n*ggas did it
[?] when I'm dripping in the linen
All I know is money you're too busy fucking women
I got this blicky this blicky, my n*ggas do you like Ricky
You got this stiffy this stiffy, man, we the litty commity
We alive at the party, I might just pull up a Rari
[?] lick you Bacardi and that's wallahi wallahi (yo)
Habad by my side we don't play in the streets
Only time I'm playing when I'm playing for keeps
Watch your tone what you sayin to me
Cah my n*gga's got a spinner and he will spray it for free
And it's okay how you live bro, so when to hit the trap to go and get it how I live yo
These n*ggas love to hate but ni it's my intro
I really love the queen like I send my love to [?]
LV or Gucci or Prada or Fendi
She loving Jimmy but jewels we got plenty
Smoke up that pussy in Christian Dior
Tie up her hair when she drop to the floor
Hella racks in my [?] , I got these funds to make
I need it legal I got crack in the veins
Servin to the ponters yeah I trap in the rain
I got the bag from the packs on my plate (ya ya)
Packs on my plate, I got the bag from the packs on my plate (ya ya)
Yeah I trap in the rain
I got the bags from the packs on my plate
(mhm) (ya ya)
I know you fuck with me but I don't really fuck with you
I left the hood becah I'm trynna make this money move
These n*ggas couldn't touch a g, my shooters touching you
And you ain't really down for me, can't put my trust in you
I know you fuck with me but I don't really fuck with you
I left this hook becah I'm trynna make this money move
These n*gga couldn't touch a g, my shooters touching you
And you ain't really down for me can't put my trust in you
[Verse]
Everyday I pray Allah, say "Allah hope I make it"
Trynna live my life but these n*ggas wanna take it
Hella n*ggas know the grind other n*ggas wanna hate it
I'm only 16 man you [?] gotta wait it
Did it with my bros, didn't do shit alone
All these bitches bettеr know that I'll never love a hoе (nah nah)
And I ain't got no time for any funny shit
I'm all about my money biz, I need to grab some rum to sip
I pray Allah hope you let me in Jannah
This prayer ain't for me, man, this is for dawgs
I met so many fiends, man, I hope I get forgiveness
Done so many wrongs, yo, I hope you can forgive it
Only way we know we sinning till we winning
When I get a milly that means all my n*ggas did it
[?] when I'm dripping in the linen
All I know is money you're too busy fucking women
I got this blicky this blicky, my n*ggas do you like Ricky
You got this stiffy this stiffy, man, we the litty commity
We alive at the party, I might just pull up a Rari
[?] lick you Bacardi and that's wallahi wallahi (yo)
Habad by my side we don't play in the streets
Only time I'm playing when I'm playing for keeps
Watch your tone what you sayin to me
Cah my n*gga's got a spinner and he will spray it for free
And it's okay how you live bro, so when to hit the trap to go and get it how I live yo
These n*ggas love to hate but ni it's my intro
I really love the queen like I send my love to [?]
LV or Gucci or Prada or Fendi
She loving Jimmy but jewels we got plenty
Smoke up that pussy in Christian Dior
Tie up her hair when she drop to the floor
Hella racks in my [?] , I got these funds to make
I need it legal I got crack in the veins
Servin to the ponters yeah I trap in the rain
I got the bag from the packs on my plate (ya ya)
Packs on my plate, I got the bag from the packs on my plate (ya ya)
Yeah I trap in the rain
I got the bags from the packs on my plate
(mhm) (ya ya)
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