[Intro]
(CashMoneyAP)
Prepare for launch in 3, 2, 1
[Chorus]
You bet' not let them take you under
We gon' count it and stack up that money
Whenever you call me, I’m comin'
Once I get it, I swear I won’t fumble
And I could put that on my momma
I’ma get up and go get me somethin'
I know they won’t do nun' for me
Yeah, I know, yeah, I know, yeah, I know
Can’t get caught up in these streets
Yeah, I know, yeah, I know, yeah, I know
I was strivin' for so long
I put my mind to it and I got it
When they call, they ask for a dollar
They don’t give a fuck 'bout my problems
I’ma always go hard, I ain’t stoppin'
I’ma stand on all ten, I’m 'bout it
I’ma help out my nigga, I got 'em
Never change like fuck what they talkin'
[Verse]
Got my momma a house when I made it
I was locin', now finally I'm major
I know these niggas wanna take me
I handle that beef like a cater
Got a bad bitch from Decada
Never cappin', these niggas some haters
Got a black and grey Tec like a Raider, got on all yellow like a Laker
I just gave my grandfather some paper
And I thank him for all that he did
I get buzzed in like a pager, when I’m walkin' inside of my crib
Half of these rappers, these niggas be fakin'
They be talkin' that shit they don’t live
You know how I’m comin', you know what it is
I stay with that fire, you play, you get killed
(CashMoneyAP)
Prepare for launch in 3, 2, 1
[Chorus]
You bet' not let them take you under
We gon' count it and stack up that money
Whenever you call me, I’m comin'
Once I get it, I swear I won’t fumble
And I could put that on my momma
I’ma get up and go get me somethin'
I know they won’t do nun' for me
Yeah, I know, yeah, I know, yeah, I know
Can’t get caught up in these streets
Yeah, I know, yeah, I know, yeah, I know
I was strivin' for so long
I put my mind to it and I got it
When they call, they ask for a dollar
They don’t give a fuck 'bout my problems
I’ma always go hard, I ain’t stoppin'
I’ma stand on all ten, I’m 'bout it
I’ma help out my nigga, I got 'em
Never change like fuck what they talkin'
[Verse]
Got my momma a house when I made it
I was locin', now finally I'm major
I know these niggas wanna take me
I handle that beef like a cater
Got a bad bitch from Decada
Never cappin', these niggas some haters
Got a black and grey Tec like a Raider, got on all yellow like a Laker
I just gave my grandfather some paper
And I thank him for all that he did
I get buzzed in like a pager, when I’m walkin' inside of my crib
Half of these rappers, these niggas be fakin'
They be talkin' that shit they don’t live
You know how I’m comin', you know what it is
I stay with that fire, you play, you get killed
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