Ok now fuck all this bullshit, im fresh off a full clip
Counting this fucking money, did that with no scholarship
I guess how that money talk, so fuck what u niggas thought
My bitch got a porsche truck, like look what that pussy cost
Got that hustla dimeanor, fresh and im out that 2 seater
Got to sleep with the reaper, and watch out for them people
Cuz the devil be lurking, all these pistols are dirty
All my niggas are riders, they clips extended with 30
I woke up early this morning, thank the lord im alive
Kiss my daughter then told my lady im back on my grind
Gotta do it for Sayla, thats my daily remind
Fuck these bitches, the money, power, respect on my mind
And ain't no love for the weak
Ain't no top on the jeep
Tell them haters im overseas,I'll be back in a week
Im tryna get richer than Trump
A couple million for lunch
I need the cover of forbes, with we the best on the front
Im goin' mad, nigga kiss my ass, these niggas be stealin' my flows and nah
I Ain't even mad, I swear my flow is dope as coke
Come get your bag, just bought that Astin Martin viooom!, that fucka fast
Nigga started with a dollar and a dream, show me the cream
All about that profit, ... Partner thats By any means
That fifty thousand in my pocket, bustin out the seams
Hopin out that coupe, that roof go missin bitch like bada bing
Knock knock bang bang, ever since back then they wanna kno who I be
H double OD was running the streets since I was like 17
I put it on momma, always dreamed of having a Lamborgin
Them niggas was hatin, still I was skating in that mosaleen
Oh I mean more sane, its money over bitches what my niggas claim
Prolly in the whip with my lil spanish thang, all day
In the back in the back ... nine jays, I be ballin, spalding na' mean
I say wassup with them bitches, molly, weed and sum liqar
Im the type of nigga do u first and then your sister
Im a savage, n fifty carrots
Came from the bottom of the barell, to livin lavish
Blood on my sneakers, brothers keeper I see dead people
Bout them figures, squeez them triggers, Im just soul seeking
I think you pussy, I can smell it on you loud and clear
And since my daddy left me young, I ran up out of fear
And when it come down to my family, bitch I die for them
Blow that choppa through your chest to show you shit is real, show you shit is real
Starvation 2 on the way nigga, mount up, mount up nigga
WE THE BEST be that logo
Broward!
Counting this fucking money, did that with no scholarship
I guess how that money talk, so fuck what u niggas thought
My bitch got a porsche truck, like look what that pussy cost
Got that hustla dimeanor, fresh and im out that 2 seater
Got to sleep with the reaper, and watch out for them people
Cuz the devil be lurking, all these pistols are dirty
All my niggas are riders, they clips extended with 30
I woke up early this morning, thank the lord im alive
Kiss my daughter then told my lady im back on my grind
Gotta do it for Sayla, thats my daily remind
Fuck these bitches, the money, power, respect on my mind
And ain't no love for the weak
Ain't no top on the jeep
Tell them haters im overseas,I'll be back in a week
Im tryna get richer than Trump
A couple million for lunch
I need the cover of forbes, with we the best on the front
Im goin' mad, nigga kiss my ass, these niggas be stealin' my flows and nah
I Ain't even mad, I swear my flow is dope as coke
Come get your bag, just bought that Astin Martin viooom!, that fucka fast
Nigga started with a dollar and a dream, show me the cream
All about that profit, ... Partner thats By any means
That fifty thousand in my pocket, bustin out the seams
Hopin out that coupe, that roof go missin bitch like bada bing
Knock knock bang bang, ever since back then they wanna kno who I be
H double OD was running the streets since I was like 17
I put it on momma, always dreamed of having a Lamborgin
Them niggas was hatin, still I was skating in that mosaleen
Oh I mean more sane, its money over bitches what my niggas claim
Prolly in the whip with my lil spanish thang, all day
In the back in the back ... nine jays, I be ballin, spalding na' mean
I say wassup with them bitches, molly, weed and sum liqar
Im the type of nigga do u first and then your sister
Im a savage, n fifty carrots
Came from the bottom of the barell, to livin lavish
Blood on my sneakers, brothers keeper I see dead people
Bout them figures, squeez them triggers, Im just soul seeking
I think you pussy, I can smell it on you loud and clear
And since my daddy left me young, I ran up out of fear
And when it come down to my family, bitch I die for them
Blow that choppa through your chest to show you shit is real, show you shit is real
Starvation 2 on the way nigga, mount up, mount up nigga
WE THE BEST be that logo
Broward!
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