(Yeah)
Young n#gg# started from the bottom
Had no dollars to my name, I did this sh#t myself
They think i’m a monkey my clip hold bananas
I be outside with the trappers and scammers
My b#tch is my personal dancer
Come in and she ride me like prancer
Took yo spot n#gg# what you gon’ do bout’ it
TRX Ram, that b#tch got a new body
They say I’m the man, you n#gg#s is too sorry
Canary diamonds, pissy, yeah they potty
Too rich, think I joined illuminati, made noise in the bed like a band
Be loving my life when I’m making this money, you n#gg#s can’t do what I can
Living seaside, I’m tired of the sand
Doberman go when I open up my hand
Disrespect me gotta go I don’t give a damn
Living like Joe, I’m on top like a ceiling fan
I make money b#tch money don’t make me
Don’t reach for my pockets, hit you like a safety
Get rich off of music I break free
I hit once b#tch I ain’t your baby
Creative genius, yea I started it all
Out the country, that ain’t me that you saw
Breaking rules, stay away from the laws
Open up let me get in your jaws
I bought a boat, it ain’t sh#t you could sell to me
Why is you mad cause you can’t get ahead of me
Don’t cross me once after that you is dead to me
Thot, give her a bone, yeah I gave her pedigree
Not loyal you can’t be my wifey
I stay with Jordans like I am a hype beast
Baby these retros, they ain’t no Nikes
Got to stay to myself cause these hoes don’t excite me
Man i’m just here to tell y’all stick to y’all plan
Don’t play or we cut off your hand
I’ma make it I don’t give a damn
I been with my n#gg#s since the sand box
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