〈Verse 1〉
I’m not wishing for blessings, but I receive it
This little heart of mine is so hurt but it’s still beating
And I can’t give you all my time that’s some sh#t I don’t believe in
And everyday i wake up grinding hard for my achievements
You tryna profit off of me?
No you can’t do that sh#t
And I will never stop, I’m going hard i cannot leave this sh#t
And y’all assuming all the wrong things, y’all really on that reaching sh#t
Ownership, I’m tryna make a gain for all my leadership
〈Verse 2〉
Yea, got a sprite up in my hand ima pour that sh#t down
I ain’t really worried bout these n#gg#s, bro, I’m tryna get out my body
I’m tryna stack up all the cash, i’m tryna run up all the digits
And i ain’t worried bout you greedy #ss, thotty #ss b#tchеs
And i can’t hang ‘round none of these n#gg#s, all thеse n#gg#s just be snitches
And all these dirty #ss n#gg#s, they be out here f#cking itching
And i’m gone whip it up, you know i’m gone whip it up in the kitchen
These n#gg#s b#tches, they be hating, had to put em in commission
And when i speak lil n#gg#, you better mother f#cking listen
Do you get it lil b#tch?
〈Bridge〉
Im in my bag huh
I don’t even remember when i asked huh
Put the money in the bag huh
All the hundreds, better put it in a stash
Im in my bag huh
I don’t even remember when i asked huh
Put the money in the bag huh
All the hundreds, better put it in a stash
〈Verse 3〉
Better put it in a stash huh
Real n#gg#, i’m at the top of my class
You wanna know but you really ain’t even ask
Yea i got rid of that lil b#tch, oh yea i put her in the past huh
Yea take my heart, f#ck it up, break my heart and step on it
You speak on me, roll it up, smoking on yo dead homie
She wanna eat me like i’m edible
That’s yo b#tch? Oh man, i’m sorry
I ain’t sorry for what i did, you know i’ll speed off in a Rari
All these ghetto hoes, fake b#tches, and dumb #ss n#gg#s
And if you roll with them, then you a b#tch and everybody with ‘em
Ain’t got no motion, but you talking hot, you ain’t got no figures
I’m getting high up out my body, sipping lean till i tip over
No i can’t f#ck with these lil b#tches, i can’t f#ck with these lil n#gg#s
I can’t f#ck with none of these b#tches, had to cut ‘em like some scissors
And how you playing with my feelings, then expect me to forgive you?
And if you saying all that dumb sh#t then i am not gone hear you
Smoking on this spliffy and i’m f#cking on these b#tches
Why these n#gg#s tryna know everything, go mind yall business
Why you coming ‘round like i f#ck with you, you know you g#dd#mn dissin’
And all these p#ss# n#gg#s be saying sh#t but they ain’t g#dd#mn did it
And yea i’m tired of everybody yea i need my respect from y’all
And yea i’m f#cking on this thotty, her lil p#ss# get wet and all
And yea i heard you caught a body, yea you ain’t hit a lick at all
I got too much f#cking money, had to stuff it up in my drawls
Shawty say she like it when i put it in her throat
Hello Kitty to that p#ss#, in yo’ water i’ma float
We get lit up in this b#tch just like i’m Kodak, drive the boat
You can’t never say i’m p#ss#, you can’t play me like a hoe
Smoking on that big sh#t, loud pack, hella gas
f#ck a op, where he at? Stomp em out, take his flag
Never that, you a hoe, yea i know you big mad
You play with us, you asking for a beating, oh you big bold
You say you got bodies, fed n#gg#s, oh you big told
You say you got steppas, by yourself, oh you big fold
Sweet #ss n#gg#, better leave your f#cking nic home
Ole cheese #ss n#gg#, you a rat no you can’t come home
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