Lyrics

Yeah Yeah, I come in fresh but the block keep me washed up Walkin' in ya hoods and ya'll are not talkin', knocked up Brodie 'bout that action, don't got time but you get clocked up Burnin' out of pressure, call the pluggy we get stocked up, ayy I done lost my bro, it really hurts Yeah, I'm smokin' out the pack, I'm with the birds It's kinda hard to put the motions into words I hope you really down to ride, down to earth They say they rockin' with you but they really don't Steady makin' money in my zone I pray to God that I can get it on my own I'm tryna make it, that shit deeper than a moat All these drugs up in my brain so I don't talk too much I had to go and get a whip 'cause I don't walk too much I had to cut these niggas off 'cause they done talk too much Over here we stitch snitchs you better run to hush I'm just tryna count this paper with my bros I'm tryna get this money, tryna get these hoes I wanna make it on the real, God knows I ain't got it so I bought my mom a rose I done popped a lot of perc's and now I'm spinnin' Had the L's all in my life, I hope we winnin' Watch me zoom past in a coupe, you know I'm grinnin' When they see Lil Maru you know that I'm skinny Yeah, yeah, lean, sip Yeah, pop a bean then I dip Yeah, I'm tryna get it, get rich I'm tryna get it, really tryna get rich Yeah, yeah, lean, sip Yeah, pop a bean then I dip I'm tryna get it, really tryna get rich I'm tryna get it, really tryna get rich Save me, save me I swear all these fools hate me, hate me They be hella mad 'cause he can't break me Sometimes I be trippin' but they can't shake me Woah, gotta get it by any means These stupid niggas hella trippin', yeah they envy me Gotta get it by myself 'cause they envy me Gotta get it by myself 'cause they envy me, ayy Ayy, hmm, ayy, ayy Ayy, hmm-mm Ayy, hmm-mm Yeah, yeah, ayy
Writer(s): Writer Unknown, David Wareing Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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