Lyrics

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah Yeah yeah, yeah yeah Yeah yeah, yeah Did you believe I would get this far I was on the grind like a nika nika Ah haha You should see how I'm living And I know you still scheming She a player I'm her manager She got mood swings and a character Friday she go hit the mall Saturday she go hit the club Sunday she go read the psalms Monday she go nude on snap Bitches come, bitches go Nigga Get the doe, get the doe Bought my first Js from my stash box Listen to the kids they ahead of us If you getting money then you one of us If you getting money then you one of us Kumasi boy I'm a hustler Got a bad bitch ofri Canada I was alone sewing seeds Now we all reap money trees Yeah yeah, yeah yeah Hey, bitches come bitches go Nigga get the doe, get the doe Kumasi boy I'm a hustler Got a bad bitch ofri Canada Kumasi boy I'm a hustler Yeah The money than the bullshit Bullshit easy bruh I'd chase the money before I chase the bullshit I'm not gonna entertain it I'm not really gonna waste one second on it I got too much other shit I want and I try to do But I wanna set the bar so high in this shit That maybe the nigga who can touch it He not even much on this planet yet That's my only mission in this game is To keep running it up
Writer(s): Dennis Appiah Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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