Pre-chorus -
Remember the days when I never had shit
Now I'm the one getting money, cause I ain't no dummy, now I'm the one laughing
Still keep it on me, I shoot at you and your homie, no, I'm never lacking
These niggas phony, turn this bread into baloney, leave em in the past tense
Chorus -
So I just might fuck your bitch, on the real, yeah I know she might like that
I can tell cause she all on my dick, all about the money I can never get sidеtracked
Niggas really gonna shoot and gon miss, but when I pop back you will nеver get your life back
Yeah, niggas really thought without brains, keep me a clip I do not want to fight back
Verse -
I really hope I get better, I fuck on that bitch cause her pussy is wetter, yeah
In the club rocking Margiela, post with the gang and we keep them berettas, yeah
You in the wind like a feather, cause you know I'm better, know I gotta debt her, yeah
Now it's Balmain on my leather, she do what I tell her, so I'm gonna
Let her, yeah
Look at my wrist (Hold up, hold up)
That be the end of discussion
If you want try to come take it, fuck with the bullets, we russian
Bullets gon come out his head while he lay on the ground, like a fuck nigga gushing
I seen you hang with the opps, when we pull on your block every fuck niggas ducking
Refrain -
I swear this shit is just nothing, cause all of these niggas be bluffing
I had to get to the money, yeah, so all the racks home and I love it
He said he getting more money than me, so I fucked that bitch that he cuffin
Cause I really came from the bottom, yeah, and I turned nothing into something
Pre-chorus -
Remember the days when I never had shit
Now I'm the one getting money, cause I ain't no dummy, now I'm the one laughing
Still keep it on me, I shoot at you and your homie, no, I'm never lacking
These niggas phony, turn this bread into baloney, leave em in the past tense
Chorus -
So I just might fuck your bitch, on the real, yeah I know she might like that
I can tell cause she all on my dick, all about the money I can never get sidetracked
Niggas really gonna shoot and gon miss, but when I pop back you will never get your life back
Yeah, niggas really thought without brains, keep me a clip I do not want to fight back
Remember the days when I never had shit
Now I'm the one getting money, cause I ain't no dummy, now I'm the one laughing
Still keep it on me, I shoot at you and your homie, no, I'm never lacking
These niggas phony, turn this bread into baloney, leave em in the past tense
Chorus -
So I just might fuck your bitch, on the real, yeah I know she might like that
I can tell cause she all on my dick, all about the money I can never get sidеtracked
Niggas really gonna shoot and gon miss, but when I pop back you will nеver get your life back
Yeah, niggas really thought without brains, keep me a clip I do not want to fight back
Verse -
I really hope I get better, I fuck on that bitch cause her pussy is wetter, yeah
In the club rocking Margiela, post with the gang and we keep them berettas, yeah
You in the wind like a feather, cause you know I'm better, know I gotta debt her, yeah
Now it's Balmain on my leather, she do what I tell her, so I'm gonna
Let her, yeah
Look at my wrist (Hold up, hold up)
That be the end of discussion
If you want try to come take it, fuck with the bullets, we russian
Bullets gon come out his head while he lay on the ground, like a fuck nigga gushing
I seen you hang with the opps, when we pull on your block every fuck niggas ducking
Refrain -
I swear this shit is just nothing, cause all of these niggas be bluffing
I had to get to the money, yeah, so all the racks home and I love it
He said he getting more money than me, so I fucked that bitch that he cuffin
Cause I really came from the bottom, yeah, and I turned nothing into something
Pre-chorus -
Remember the days when I never had shit
Now I'm the one getting money, cause I ain't no dummy, now I'm the one laughing
Still keep it on me, I shoot at you and your homie, no, I'm never lacking
These niggas phony, turn this bread into baloney, leave em in the past tense
Chorus -
So I just might fuck your bitch, on the real, yeah I know she might like that
I can tell cause she all on my dick, all about the money I can never get sidetracked
Niggas really gonna shoot and gon miss, but when I pop back you will never get your life back
Yeah, niggas really thought without brains, keep me a clip I do not want to fight back
( Kody Lavigne )
www.ChordsAZ.com