Profit Lyrics – Authenick

Profit Lyrics by Authenick

Yo aye yo aye yo aye
Make me a profit you know ima sell it
Money all in on me ima bet it
Run that sh#t up it be making em jealous

I want the green i ain’t talkin relish
My dawg dead and gone i got real ones in the heaven
I’m wit that boy eip pour a four in a beverage
We get the money just like it’s a fetish

I gotta win ain’t no way that i’m failing
I got the real one can’t do the foogazy
If i’m the club just know that they pay me
She riding wit me i be driving her crazy

Swear shе so bad i might give her a baby
Get to thе paper from season to season
I knocked em off cause he gave me a reason
Ima stand on it because i believe it

I do the dash you know that i’m speeding
No they can’t stop me i’m still undefeated
I’m ten steps ahead i already peeped it
I f#ck wit lil shawdy she keep it a secret

It’s in me it’s on me if i want i can teach it
Got me a lotta and got me some prada
I’m doing numbers like i hit the lotto
I’m on the nat bout to mob wit my shottas

Handle my business yea i keep it proper
When i got the load i knew not to fold
I’m in trap mode gotta wear the same clothes
Get out my face boy i know that you told

Shawdy burnt out man that sh#t gettin old
I been doin well triple beam scale
Gotta get it off before it get to pale
20k deposit ima get it through the mail

Cash app, paypal get it through zelle
Exotic from cookie put it in the air
All white forces ima keep me a pair
None like these n#gg#s they never compare

Eat wit the team i’m not stingy i share
Hop in the foreign i’m changing the gear
Dem n#gg#s fake when they talk i don’t hear
Poppin my sh#t i’m in love wit my life

I get the money cus that’s what i like
No i don’t need ya
I’m spending racks at the galleria
I’m putting dick in a mamacita

Just might trap it out in a white beater
I turnt that b#tch to a diva
I watch my back they can’t wait to deceive me
Can’t speak what i’m on it’s illegal

My pockets fats just like peter
I got em hot like a fever
Make me a profit you know ima sell it
Money all in on me ima bet it

Run that sh#t up it be making em jealous
I want the green i ain’t talkin relish
My dawg dead and gone i got real ones in the heaven
I’m wit that boy eip pour a four in a beverage

We get the money just like it’s a fetish
I gotta win ain’t no way that i’m failing
I got the real one can’t do the foogazy
If i’m the club just know that they pay me

She riding wit me i be driving her crazy
Swear she so bad i might give her a baby
Get to the paper from season to season
I knocked em off cause he gave me a reason

Ima stand on it because i believe it
I do the dash you know that i’m speeding
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Authenick Lyrics – Profit

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Profit