Lyrics

Niggas said they popping But they ain't happening enough We was on the grind When shit wasn't happening for us Now we flipped it up these bitches tryna get involved You cannot level up my taste Cause these bitches i don't trust Now we get pay yay yay yay We counting up in so many ways My niggas ain't fuck with minimum wage Drip in that cool black coat ready to flex Push it to start it be ready to race They know we did it No face no case No i don't know him that boy not my brother That boy he a fake Fuck what you thinking I'm running it back and moving like pdd Inging it winging it Swag on my cushion And that shit be limited Niggas be beefing I send all my shooters in Stacking that milli through the facility Move that weight like i'm pablo in medellin Cheffing it silly Whipping up pasta like tony from italy Got that heat on the stove Couple fiends on the road Got me thinking about days i was down down below I just pray to god to keep my life One eye open So many non believers Always doubted Now they rate me Niggas said they popping But they ain't happening enough We was on the grind When shit wasn't happening for us Now we flipped it up these bitches tryna get involved You cannot level up my taste Cause these bitches i don't trust Now we get pay yay yay yay We counting up in so many ways My niggas ain't fuck with minimum wage Drip in that cool black coat ready to flex Push it to start it be ready to race They know we did it No face no case No i don't know him that boy not my brother That boy he a fake
Writer(s): Olawale Luqman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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