Lyrics
Dealing with the wrong people you gone loose some profit
You better stop it
And watch yo partner
Mama told me be carful you never know who's ploting
Wiping Toyota that money keep stacking and growing that stack so thick
Can't even fold it
Like nachos nigga I'm loaded
Bullets so big forty I'm tote
In the name of Jesus nigga I'll blow it
Ehh ehh ehh ehh ehh
Heavy smoke I got Za in my lungs
Put like 5 or six grams in my blunt
I can never be labeled a bum
I Thank God for the things that he's done
This how it gotta be
I say fuck all them niggas who doubted me
Move in silence and follow a strategy
I just pray that my mamma be proud of me
Niggas don't even know me be mad at me
Hating all on the internet tragedy
I'm just gone keep getting to the money
I cannot keep living in poverty
Thumbing this money in all in my bag
Rest these niggas be all in they mask
Only focus on growth and expand
Stretch the money call that rubber band
All this dough call me bakers man
Smooth fly nigga cool like a fan
If they asking who next up
Point at myself like I'm Rob Van damn
Dealing with the wrong people you gone loose some profit
You better stop it
And watch yo partner
Mama told me be carful you never know who's ploting
Wiping Toyota that money keep stacking and growing that stack so thick
Can't even fold it
Like nachos nigga I'm loaded
Bullets so big forty I'm tote
In the name of Jesus nigga I'll blow it
Ehh ehh ehh eehh ehh
Heavy smoke I got Za in my lung
Put like 5 or six grams in my blunt
I can never be labeled a bum
I Thank God for the things that he's done
Writer(s): Micah Evans
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