Oh, this what we doing
One, two, three, four
Mighty
Uh
Getting Gs, spending Gs
Vintage on the denims, copped it overseas
I’m thugging any occasion, sanction, fuck you mean?
Me and Wapo state to state just thugging with my bleed
Used to chase a check like, ”Ah-ah, don’t you run from me”
I went legit, ain’t been broke since, now them checks come to me
She throwing that pussy, but she toxic, that ain’t what I need
Bad lil’ bitch, yeah, she a ten, but ain’t the one for me
Yes, yeah, yeah, yeah, it’s a no for me
I wanted to cop that Maybach, but that big shit just too slow for me
So I coppеd that Hellcat black on black, yeah, it’s a go for me
Bro still on parolе, can’t shoot no pole, but he’ll go for me
One, two, three, four
M’s bitch and I want more
Five, six, seven, eight
They fake, I don’t affiliate
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve
Pray to God and give ’em hell
Ain’t worried ’bout what niggas say long as them checks is in the mail
Whenever my back against the wall, I lift my head up and prevail
Everytime they try to go against me, gave their ass a L
Anytime I up my Glock, no talking, bitch, I threw a shell
I keep it, everytime when I got caught with it, I made bail
I can’t even tote this, 30 in my Glock is poking
I got killers on that, catch up with your bro and smoke him
I be fresh as fuck with all my ice, look like a dope man
Fuck your hoe, no romance, that’s why they call me the goat man
Went through 20 bands, this Rolls Royce is ’bout like 4 lambs
Brand new mansions, cash out, heard you ain’t owning no land
Ain’t no Ms in your account, you tricking on these hoes plan
I put dick up in her mouth and I ain’t sent her no bands
One, two, three, four
M’s bitch and I want more
Five, six, seven, eight
They fake, I don’t affiliate
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve
Pray to God and give ’em hell
Ain’t worried ’bout what niggas say long as them checks is in the mail
Yeah, that’s what it is, that’s what it ‘posed to be
I’m really antisocially, so please approach appropriately
Wifey, I need some new shit, you can put that bitch on no degree
Just pulled up to the function, caddy trucks, you already know we deep
Even with the tints they already know it’s me
We on defense, a few opps in the cut, you already know we peep (We see them niggas)
Man, I ain’t no bitch and ain’t no hoing me
I hope being on my dick is getting you niggas some money, hopefully
Man, I’ma certified CEO
Business in Manhattan, I go to Brooklyn just to link the bros
Gotta see my folks, ’cause on the road is where I be the most
And gotta keep my pole, ’cause that’s one thing that I’ma need the most
One, two, three, four
M’s bitch and I want more
Five, six, seven, eight
They fake, I don’t affiliate
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve
Pray to God and give ’em hell
Ain’t worried ’bout what niggas say long as them checks is in the mail
Hey, what 50 said?
He says no business like hoe bsiness, you know?
Say, you talk a little better if you listen a little fast
I ain’t slowing down for you to catch up, bitch
Yeah
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