Look, I act the way I act because of shit that I'm prone to
When you broke for that money, what you gon' do
Remember coming home from school, I ain't have no food
Would you still f*ck with me if I ain't have pro tools
Oh dude, your new bitch, She Be Old News
My nigga Carus in the room, but I'm cold too
Drippin' in this flashy shit, that's what the load do
I got some flavors of the gas, but got some lows to
If you need it, my bitch, she tell me Im conceited
All this money on me, she ask me why I need it
I be sleeping on the money, it's Tempur-Pedic It got me ridin' with the iron like I'm anemic
I ain't playin' around, ayy, I'll make ya shake down
He talkin' shit, I overpower with the K sound
I had the pistol when they pulled me, had to lay down
The streets had turned him to a bitch, I guess he gay now
You wouldn't never slide for me, so I can't get you in
Open like a restaurant, just call it in
The trap is always open, just can't give it in
I hit him with the re-up, then he bring it in
Act the way I act because some shit, that I'm prone to
When you broke for that money, what you gon' do
Remember coming home from school, I ain't have no food
Would you still f*ck with me if I ain't have pro tools
Grinding every weekday, what you make in a month
Nigga, I make that in a week, pay
I do this shit just for my C-day
F*ck being in my bag, need my hand in my briefcase
I gave these niggas leeway
Now I'm on these niggas' ass, serving gas like a speedway
Eighty-seven for the cheapskate
If he wanna pay the tab for that bag, bring him my way
Don't give a f*ck what the cops say
I'ma serve him to my last day, serving every last play
End the night with last play, running on the highway
Bringing in the fast way
You will never slide for me, so I can't get you in
Open like a restaurant, just call it in
The trap is always open, just can't give it in
I hit him with the re-up, then he bring it in
You will never slide for me, so I can't get you in
Open like a restaurant, just call it in
The trap is always open, just can't give it in
I hit him with the re-up, then he bring it in
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Look, I act the way I act because of shit that I'm prone to
When you broke for that money, what you gon' do
Remember coming home from school, I ain't have no food
Would you still f*ck with me if I ain't have pro tools
Oh dude, your new bitch, She Be Old News
My nigga Carus in the room, but I'm cold too
Drippin' in this flashy shit, that's what the load do
I got some flavors of the gas, but got some lows to
If you need it, my bitch, she tell me Im conceited
All this money on me, she ask me why I need it
I be sleeping on the money, it's Tempur-Pedic It got me ridin' with the iron like I'm anemic
I ain't playin' around, ayy, I'll make ya shake down
He talkin' shit, I overpower with the K sound
I had the pistol when they pulled me, had to lay down
The streets had turned him to a bitch, I guess he gay now
You wouldn't never slide for me, so I can't get you in
Open like a restaurant, just call it in
The trap is always open, just can't give it in
I hit him with the re-up, then he bring it in
Act the way I act because some shit, that I'm prone to
When you broke for that money, what you gon' do
Remember coming home from school, I ain't have no food
Would you still f*ck with me if I ain't have pro tools
Grinding every weekday, what you make in a month
Nigga, I make that in a week, pay
I do this shit just for my C-day
F*ck being in my bag, need my hand in my briefcase
I gave these niggas leeway
Now I'm on these niggas' ass, serving gas like a speedway
Eighty-seven for the cheapskate
If he wanna pay the tab for that bag, bring him my way
Don't give a f*ck what the cops say
I'ma serve him to my last day, serving every last play
End the night with last play, running on the highway
Bringing in the fast way
You will never slide for me, so I can't get you in
Open like a restaurant, just call it in
The trap is always open, just can't give it in
I hit him with the re-up, then he bring it in
You will never slide for me, so I can't get you in
Open like a restaurant, just call it in
The trap is always open, just can't give it in
I hit him with the re-up, then he bring it in
When you broke for that money, what you gon' do
Remember coming home from school, I ain't have no food
Would you still f*ck with me if I ain't have pro tools
Oh dude, your new bitch, She Be Old News
My nigga Carus in the room, but I'm cold too
Drippin' in this flashy shit, that's what the load do
I got some flavors of the gas, but got some lows to
If you need it, my bitch, she tell me Im conceited
All this money on me, she ask me why I need it
I be sleeping on the money, it's Tempur-Pedic It got me ridin' with the iron like I'm anemic
I ain't playin' around, ayy, I'll make ya shake down
He talkin' shit, I overpower with the K sound
I had the pistol when they pulled me, had to lay down
The streets had turned him to a bitch, I guess he gay now
You wouldn't never slide for me, so I can't get you in
Open like a restaurant, just call it in
The trap is always open, just can't give it in
I hit him with the re-up, then he bring it in
Act the way I act because some shit, that I'm prone to
When you broke for that money, what you gon' do
Remember coming home from school, I ain't have no food
Would you still f*ck with me if I ain't have pro tools
Grinding every weekday, what you make in a month
Nigga, I make that in a week, pay
I do this shit just for my C-day
F*ck being in my bag, need my hand in my briefcase
I gave these niggas leeway
Now I'm on these niggas' ass, serving gas like a speedway
Eighty-seven for the cheapskate
If he wanna pay the tab for that bag, bring him my way
Don't give a f*ck what the cops say
I'ma serve him to my last day, serving every last play
End the night with last play, running on the highway
Bringing in the fast way
You will never slide for me, so I can't get you in
Open like a restaurant, just call it in
The trap is always open, just can't give it in
I hit him with the re-up, then he bring it in
You will never slide for me, so I can't get you in
Open like a restaurant, just call it in
The trap is always open, just can't give it in
I hit him with the re-up, then he bring it in
Writer: billy mclean
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