Lyrics

I always been a real one Hustle all night Making money like a real one If you making moves I could deal with you I been scheming on a bag Making songs in the lab I got goals So homie get it how you live it I told em that I'm all about the business Man I swear I got goals I'm just living in the moment Got get it Let them other people want it Boy I got goals Cookie fresh Tap like mookie betts Movie in the flesh Ooh wee make a mess Gucci for the flex Ride I'm a vet West side till my death Shoot dice on the stoop Blowing gas with the troops Look like we hoop Drew league Coup speed Blue cheese in my pockets Baby dip your wings Whip color of give me free No dirty freaks got O C D Facts like it raw baby O D B Target on me L A F C Two middles up This F T P Folks mad so sad Hoard cash for my defense Sorry lord I do repent But honestly ill do it again I got goals Man I swear I got goals Man I swear I got goals Send stacks to her cash app Car mint no dents Dark tent dro scent Low key clark kent Goals trying to meet Barely see me In the streets trying to eat Tooly for the beef Add extra cheese Don't fool with beast Sneaks on my feet almost a G Across the border somewhere overseas No telling the place Don't play So L A Swear i love this space Done survived by gods grace Skin light cant tell my race Black fist make no mistakes Gotta get mine cant take no breaks Talking money look me in my face Jane rolled on 24s Got goals fight the case Duck parole must hustle 365 Sleep when I die I always been a real one Hustle all night Making money like a real one If you making moves I could deal with you I been scheming on a bag Making songs in the lab I got goals So homie get it how you live it I told em that I'm all about the business Man I swear I got goals I'm just living in the moment Got get it Let them other people want it Boy I got goals
Writer(s): Robert Jason Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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