C'est la dernière année que je suis en galère
C'est la dernière année que je suis en galère
C'est la dernière année que je suis en galère
C'est la dernière année que je suis en galère
(Yeah)
Twevlyy hover for the soft spot
Young nigga from a hot block
That'll pop shots at your pop drop
Play these stocks and my stock pop
Used to trap like a hot spot
How could you not cop
Seven-thirty on the dot dot
Getting flirty with a hot cop
Stopped me in a drop top
See a man tryna cock block
But the nigga ain't top notch
So he can't stop Glock
I'mma mob 'til the Glocks stop
It's mobbin' 'til forever
Had to get my shit together
Now my niggas switched the weather
We can get that shit wherever
However
Whatever
Man, my niggas do it better
Put that two and two together
(Yeah) (Whoop)
This my last year bein' broke
Let's get this money
Get this money
Get this money
This my last year bein' broke
Let's smoke this hope and we gon' think 'bout this money
'Bout this money yeah
This my last year bein' broke
Let's get this money
Get this money
Get this money
This my last year bein' broke
Let's get this money
Get this money
Get this money
Pockets low
F*ck these hoes
Posted by the corner store
I don't know
We all gon' go
F*ck that shit just light the dope
Shit steady on my mind
Shit I'm heavy on my grind
See my mommy needa crib
Daddy need a ride
Life is do or die
Should I do a suicide
Pockets lookin' dry
Grips gets scrutinized
But f*ck it I'mma win
F*ck it I'mma sin
F*ck it I'mma die
Like f*ck it, I'mma ride
Triggers to the sky
Prick the victim
Trip 'em, kill 'em, hit 'em high
This for hitters
That be with them killers
That be with the bitches
That be getting niggas robbed
We the illest
Steady keep it trillest
Gotta free the bitches that'll creep up in ya squad
Handle business
Man I handle business
I don't gamble wit it
I'mma go and get it all
This my last year bein' broke
Let's get this money
Get this money
Get this money
This my last year bein' broke
Let's smoke this hope and we gon' think 'bout this money
'Bout this money yeah
This my last year bein' broke
Let's get this money
Get this money
Get this money
This my last year bein' broke
Let's get this money
Get this money
Get this money
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C'est la dernière année que je suis en galère
C'est la dernière année que je suis en galère
C'est la dernière année que je suis en galère
C'est la dernière année que je suis en galère
(Yeah)
Twevlyy hover for the soft spot
Young nigga from a hot block
That'll pop shots at your pop drop
Play these stocks and my stock pop
Used to trap like a hot spot
How could you not cop
Seven-thirty on the dot dot
Getting flirty with a hot cop
Stopped me in a drop top
See a man tryna cock block
But the nigga ain't top notch
So he can't stop Glock
I'mma mob 'til the Glocks stop
It's mobbin' 'til forever
Had to get my shit together
Now my niggas switched the weather
We can get that shit wherever
However
Whatever
Man, my niggas do it better
Put that two and two together
(Yeah) (Whoop)
This my last year bein' broke
Let's get this money
Get this money
Get this money
This my last year bein' broke
Let's smoke this hope and we gon' think 'bout this money
'Bout this money yeah
This my last year bein' broke
Let's get this money
Get this money
Get this money
This my last year bein' broke
Let's get this money
Get this money
Get this money
Pockets low
F*ck these hoes
Posted by the corner store
I don't know
We all gon' go
F*ck that shit just light the dope
Shit steady on my mind
Shit I'm heavy on my grind
See my mommy needa crib
Daddy need a ride
Life is do or die
Should I do a suicide
Pockets lookin' dry
Grips gets scrutinized
But f*ck it I'mma win
F*ck it I'mma sin
F*ck it I'mma die
Like f*ck it, I'mma ride
Triggers to the sky
Prick the victim
Trip 'em, kill 'em, hit 'em high
This for hitters
That be with them killers
That be with the bitches
That be getting niggas robbed
We the illest
Steady keep it trillest
Gotta free the bitches that'll creep up in ya squad
Handle business
Man I handle business
I don't gamble wit it
I'mma go and get it all
This my last year bein' broke
Let's get this money
Get this money
Get this money
This my last year bein' broke
Let's smoke this hope and we gon' think 'bout this money
'Bout this money yeah
This my last year bein' broke
Let's get this money
Get this money
Get this money
This my last year bein' broke
Let's get this money
Get this money
Get this money
C'est la dernière année que je suis en galère
C'est la dernière année que je suis en galère
C'est la dernière année que je suis en galère
(Yeah)
Twevlyy hover for the soft spot
Young nigga from a hot block
That'll pop shots at your pop drop
Play these stocks and my stock pop
Used to trap like a hot spot
How could you not cop
Seven-thirty on the dot dot
Getting flirty with a hot cop
Stopped me in a drop top
See a man tryna cock block
But the nigga ain't top notch
So he can't stop Glock
I'mma mob 'til the Glocks stop
It's mobbin' 'til forever
Had to get my shit together
Now my niggas switched the weather
We can get that shit wherever
However
Whatever
Man, my niggas do it better
Put that two and two together
(Yeah) (Whoop)
This my last year bein' broke
Let's get this money
Get this money
Get this money
This my last year bein' broke
Let's smoke this hope and we gon' think 'bout this money
'Bout this money yeah
This my last year bein' broke
Let's get this money
Get this money
Get this money
This my last year bein' broke
Let's get this money
Get this money
Get this money
Pockets low
F*ck these hoes
Posted by the corner store
I don't know
We all gon' go
F*ck that shit just light the dope
Shit steady on my mind
Shit I'm heavy on my grind
See my mommy needa crib
Daddy need a ride
Life is do or die
Should I do a suicide
Pockets lookin' dry
Grips gets scrutinized
But f*ck it I'mma win
F*ck it I'mma sin
F*ck it I'mma die
Like f*ck it, I'mma ride
Triggers to the sky
Prick the victim
Trip 'em, kill 'em, hit 'em high
This for hitters
That be with them killers
That be with the bitches
That be getting niggas robbed
We the illest
Steady keep it trillest
Gotta free the bitches that'll creep up in ya squad
Handle business
Man I handle business
I don't gamble wit it
I'mma go and get it all
This my last year bein' broke
Let's get this money
Get this money
Get this money
This my last year bein' broke
Let's smoke this hope and we gon' think 'bout this money
'Bout this money yeah
This my last year bein' broke
Let's get this money
Get this money
Get this money
This my last year bein' broke
Let's get this money
Get this money
Get this money
Writer: Jamel Phillips
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