[Intro]
(Bruh, that shit crazy)
(Oh, you're nice)
Hold on (Yeah, I feel like a lil', I just be talkin' my shit and all, motherfuckers don't be feelin' me for real)
[Chorus]
Hold on, before long (Think I'm feelin' this one, goddamn, let's kill 'em, Jay Beatz)
All these people be watchin' me (Watch)
Waitin' on my next move and these niggas tryna plot on me (Plot)
And you know I ain't goin', I got that Glock on me (Glizzy)
I'ma aim for that head, don't wanna go for talks with me (Bah)
She say I manipulate her, I had her in geometry (Hahaha)
Came through twelve, I knew college wasn't for me (Uh-uh)
Just need some bread and put somethin' on my tummy (My tummy)
Know I'ma revive for anyone that's for me (Let's go)
I know it's my job to keep it real
Know I ain't playin', I sleep with that steel (Let's go)
Get Money ain't goin', work for the life I live
Give me a mansion on acres, put me on MTV Cribs (Talk to 'em)
You can't forget where the fuck you came from
That's for my shit, nigga, there's where I got my pain from (Yeah)
In the Backwoods but I creep, that's where I got my aim from (Yup)
And I put it on Lil Jon, you can't play me, boy, I ain't dumb (None of that)
[Verse]
Hold on, before long (Talk to 'em, Get Money)
It's Get Money, bitch, I ain't playin', I get 'em gone (Yup)
Fuck all the opps, they ain't worth for me put 'em in a song (No)
Free young boy 'til that murder man come home (Yay)
I put on VLONE 'cause I don't fuck with no nobody else
Had money as a teen, why they tryna ride me?
Y'all know I smoke good, this here is Biscotti (Scotti)
Before long
I'ma move to L.A., send the bags back (Touchdown)
My lil' shorty got the Addy, she gon' grab that
My lil' shorty got that ass, know that ass fat
She know I ain't agressive, I'm nice to the cat (Damn)
I sit back and chill, she gon' get a hat (What else?)
Don't say your jaw hurt, it ain't none of that (Put it out)
Bae, this a marathon, 'nother flow flat (Let's go)
Uh, you say you don't like when I'm in the streets thuggin'
I been collectin' racks while I'm out in public
I don't care who speak on me, only God can judge me
Those who I fight for who really love me
I remember my first gun, it was a deuce, five
And the dude with his forty, that bitch send you high
Know I'm twenty-four and not to the four-five
If a nigga play, I swear to God he dyin'
Hold on (Uh)
Yeah, I got that drip you could slip on (Slip)
Yeah, I drop so hard, I need a flip phone (Flip)
That nigga with Ps, I can put the hood on (Trap)
I make niggas mad when I set up shop (Yup)
Catchin' plays anywhere, any block (Talk to 'em)
Can't fuck with me, kingpin, I'm on top (Yeah)
I just sell 'em Frenchies, they think I been sellin' rocks
Hold on (Uh, uh)
Yeah, I'm workin' out bags, plenty fitness (Murr)
You can see me makin' racks, but I don't need a witness (Racks)
Yeah, I came a long way, came from rags to riches (Rich)
Y'all know I'ma prosper, yeah, stand on business (Yeah)
In this shit 'til the end, 'vival of the fittest (Uh)
I said I'ma prosper, I stand on business (Uh)
In this shit 'til the end, survival of the fittest (Let's go)
[Chorus]
Hold on, before long (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
All these people be watchin' me (Yup)
Waitin' for my next move and these niggas tryna plot on me (Let's go)
And you know I ain't goin', I got that Glock on me
I'ma aim for that head, don't wanna go for talks with me (Check me out)
She say I manipulate her, I had her in geometry
Came through twelve, I knew college wasn't for me (Nuh)
Just need some bread and put somethin' on my tummy
Know I'ma revive for anyone that's for me
I know it's my job to keep it real
Know I ain't playin', I sleep with that steel (Get Money)
Get Money ain't goin', work for the life I live
Give me a mansion on acres, put me on MTV Cribs
You can't forget where the fuck you came from
That's for my shit, nigga, there's where I got my pain from
In the Backwoods but I creep, that's where I got my aim from
And I put it on Lil Jon, you can't play me, boy, I ain't dumb
[Outro]
I said, and I put it on Jon, boy, you, ayy
And I put it on, ayy
I ain't gon' cap, boy, I put it on Jon, you can't play me, I ain't dumb
In the Backwoods but I creep, that's where I got my aim from
(Bruh, that shit crazy)
(Oh, you're nice)
Hold on (Yeah, I feel like a lil', I just be talkin' my shit and all, motherfuckers don't be feelin' me for real)
[Chorus]
Hold on, before long (Think I'm feelin' this one, goddamn, let's kill 'em, Jay Beatz)
All these people be watchin' me (Watch)
Waitin' on my next move and these niggas tryna plot on me (Plot)
And you know I ain't goin', I got that Glock on me (Glizzy)
I'ma aim for that head, don't wanna go for talks with me (Bah)
She say I manipulate her, I had her in geometry (Hahaha)
Came through twelve, I knew college wasn't for me (Uh-uh)
Just need some bread and put somethin' on my tummy (My tummy)
Know I'ma revive for anyone that's for me (Let's go)
I know it's my job to keep it real
Know I ain't playin', I sleep with that steel (Let's go)
Get Money ain't goin', work for the life I live
Give me a mansion on acres, put me on MTV Cribs (Talk to 'em)
You can't forget where the fuck you came from
That's for my shit, nigga, there's where I got my pain from (Yeah)
In the Backwoods but I creep, that's where I got my aim from (Yup)
And I put it on Lil Jon, you can't play me, boy, I ain't dumb (None of that)
[Verse]
Hold on, before long (Talk to 'em, Get Money)
It's Get Money, bitch, I ain't playin', I get 'em gone (Yup)
Fuck all the opps, they ain't worth for me put 'em in a song (No)
Free young boy 'til that murder man come home (Yay)
I put on VLONE 'cause I don't fuck with no nobody else
Had money as a teen, why they tryna ride me?
Y'all know I smoke good, this here is Biscotti (Scotti)
Before long
I'ma move to L.A., send the bags back (Touchdown)
My lil' shorty got the Addy, she gon' grab that
My lil' shorty got that ass, know that ass fat
She know I ain't agressive, I'm nice to the cat (Damn)
I sit back and chill, she gon' get a hat (What else?)
Don't say your jaw hurt, it ain't none of that (Put it out)
Bae, this a marathon, 'nother flow flat (Let's go)
Uh, you say you don't like when I'm in the streets thuggin'
I been collectin' racks while I'm out in public
I don't care who speak on me, only God can judge me
Those who I fight for who really love me
I remember my first gun, it was a deuce, five
And the dude with his forty, that bitch send you high
Know I'm twenty-four and not to the four-five
If a nigga play, I swear to God he dyin'
Hold on (Uh)
Yeah, I got that drip you could slip on (Slip)
Yeah, I drop so hard, I need a flip phone (Flip)
That nigga with Ps, I can put the hood on (Trap)
I make niggas mad when I set up shop (Yup)
Catchin' plays anywhere, any block (Talk to 'em)
Can't fuck with me, kingpin, I'm on top (Yeah)
I just sell 'em Frenchies, they think I been sellin' rocks
Hold on (Uh, uh)
Yeah, I'm workin' out bags, plenty fitness (Murr)
You can see me makin' racks, but I don't need a witness (Racks)
Yeah, I came a long way, came from rags to riches (Rich)
Y'all know I'ma prosper, yeah, stand on business (Yeah)
In this shit 'til the end, 'vival of the fittest (Uh)
I said I'ma prosper, I stand on business (Uh)
In this shit 'til the end, survival of the fittest (Let's go)
[Chorus]
Hold on, before long (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
All these people be watchin' me (Yup)
Waitin' for my next move and these niggas tryna plot on me (Let's go)
And you know I ain't goin', I got that Glock on me
I'ma aim for that head, don't wanna go for talks with me (Check me out)
She say I manipulate her, I had her in geometry
Came through twelve, I knew college wasn't for me (Nuh)
Just need some bread and put somethin' on my tummy
Know I'ma revive for anyone that's for me
I know it's my job to keep it real
Know I ain't playin', I sleep with that steel (Get Money)
Get Money ain't goin', work for the life I live
Give me a mansion on acres, put me on MTV Cribs
You can't forget where the fuck you came from
That's for my shit, nigga, there's where I got my pain from
In the Backwoods but I creep, that's where I got my aim from
And I put it on Lil Jon, you can't play me, boy, I ain't dumb
[Outro]
I said, and I put it on Jon, boy, you, ayy
And I put it on, ayy
I ain't gon' cap, boy, I put it on Jon, you can't play me, I ain't dumb
In the Backwoods but I creep, that's where I got my aim from
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