Lyrics

Yeah, yeah I said it, I mean it, it is what it is I stand on this shit like a crate (Yeah) We on the run to the millions, if he ain't one hundred I promise I'm pumpin' the breaks (Get out) My bitch, she know that I'm real like a state (Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit) Ain't nothin' like them niggas, they medium rare So don't never compare me to them niggas, bae I'm the type of nigga God give a bitch when she pray Yeah, I'm the type of nigga, I'm at the club, get a redhead Yeah, big boy racks, I'm at the bank, need a day off (Yeah) Hella late nights in the trap, that done paid off Ball on you niggas like my head got shaved off (Ooh) Trappin' with the 'migos, took off like Takeoff Still gettin' money and I still ain't took a day off (Yeah) Ain't no interference, they had no excuses That money gon' have to get made (Got to) Too grown to be beggin', too young to be chillin' Got diamonds to buy and got bills to pay (Yeah) I don't get no sleep, my spot open like legs My bitch mad as fuck, I ain't seen her in days (Hahaha) I go get the money in so many ways I'm good with my label, I'm good with the J Shit, I can do whatever I'm good with my label, I'm good with the J (Yeah) I been in the studio fresh off the plane (Yeah, yeah) My mama like, "Boy, your ass work like a slave" (Mama) I'm workin' like this just to make sure you straight Since I was thirteen I been comin' in late I got off my ass and I made us a way Now I got a big diamond smile on my face, yeah Don't it feel good when you finally get them motherfuckin' racks up? Used to be broke, now I'm fly, Pterodactyl (Too fly) Yeah, I jump up and I go in full sets up And I'm buyin' guns like clothes, don't act up Whole lotta money, but I still'll get active (Yeah) Fly down your block 'til your bitch ass backed up (Bah-bah, bah, bah) No days off 'til your bitch ass backed up No days off 'til your bitch ass backed up, hmm Ain't no bap off the hook, I'm just beasin', my nigga, yeah I said it, I mean it, it is what it is I stand on this shit like a crate (Yeah) We on the run to the millions, if he ain't one hundred I promise I'm pumpin' the breaks (Get out) My bitch, she know that I'm real like a state Ain't nothin' like them niggas, they medium rare So don't never compare me to them niggas, bae I'm the type of nigga God give a bitch when she pray Yeah, I'm the type of nigga, I'm at the club, get a redhead Yeah, big boy racks, I'm at the bank, need a day off (Yeah) Hella late nights in the trap, that done paid off Ball on you niggas like my head got shaved off (Ooh) Trappin' with the 'migos, took off like Takeoff Still gettin' money and I still ain't took a day off (Yeah)
Writer(s): Kenneth Greene Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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