[Intro]
Fuckin' idiot
Say, yeah
All this money, all this money
All this money, all this money, yeah
All this money, all this money, say
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I know it hurts, I feel this shit for years and I can't go back (Yeah)
Money in my purse, homie, that's your rent
Lil' nigga, that's not no stack (Facts)
Young Kelly Ripa, woke up early mornin' thirst trappin' that (Alright)
Young Michael Stra' cut through the lines and aim straight for gat' (Pssht)
Nigga, where is your team at?
Archie Bunker to these dingbats
Left home and brought rings back
Rode the car, pulled out the king bat
Hit the stage, yeah, I dream that
I be missin' how the crowd react
Hop in the Lyft with the knife and the gat'
Show out, we make sure you nap, Easy Street
Industry niggas be needin' me (What else?)
I'm on the edge like BDB
Once I get that champagne in me this Kool Moe Doe vs. Busy B
Ha, build my legacy, ha-ha, what you got for me?
Fourteen, fourteen, half an O by midnight, I had seven Gs
Smoke your bitch out when I'm in town, get her in my show for free
Freaky bitch, she kiss my neck and make me feel like Devin Heat
I mean Devon Hen', bringin' press with the pen
Strip the beat, break down the stems, compress it, bussin' (Boy)
I feel like Anna Nicole gettin' paid off of these old niggas in the grave
I got a Desi and I got a K, BDB and Shanaynay
Spit in that pussy and look in the face
Call my main bitch Gina Payne
Beats put your favorite artist in place
My baby love when I EQ the bass
You know you winnin' when just do this and niggas gotta hate (Ha)
Can't keep this pace (Huh), eatin' good every day (Huh)
Same ho, same space (Huh), niggas singin' like Case (Huh)
I be in my own way (Huh)
I wanna see my bitch get money and prosper every day
Fuckin' idiot
Say, yeah
All this money, all this money
All this money, all this money, yeah
All this money, all this money, say
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I know it hurts, I feel this shit for years and I can't go back (Yeah)
Money in my purse, homie, that's your rent
Lil' nigga, that's not no stack (Facts)
Young Kelly Ripa, woke up early mornin' thirst trappin' that (Alright)
Young Michael Stra' cut through the lines and aim straight for gat' (Pssht)
Nigga, where is your team at?
Archie Bunker to these dingbats
Left home and brought rings back
Rode the car, pulled out the king bat
Hit the stage, yeah, I dream that
I be missin' how the crowd react
Hop in the Lyft with the knife and the gat'
Show out, we make sure you nap, Easy Street
Industry niggas be needin' me (What else?)
I'm on the edge like BDB
Once I get that champagne in me this Kool Moe Doe vs. Busy B
Ha, build my legacy, ha-ha, what you got for me?
Fourteen, fourteen, half an O by midnight, I had seven Gs
Smoke your bitch out when I'm in town, get her in my show for free
Freaky bitch, she kiss my neck and make me feel like Devin Heat
I mean Devon Hen', bringin' press with the pen
Strip the beat, break down the stems, compress it, bussin' (Boy)
I feel like Anna Nicole gettin' paid off of these old niggas in the grave
I got a Desi and I got a K, BDB and Shanaynay
Spit in that pussy and look in the face
Call my main bitch Gina Payne
Beats put your favorite artist in place
My baby love when I EQ the bass
You know you winnin' when just do this and niggas gotta hate (Ha)
Can't keep this pace (Huh), eatin' good every day (Huh)
Same ho, same space (Huh), niggas singin' like Case (Huh)
I be in my own way (Huh)
I wanna see my bitch get money and prosper every day
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