It's Lex back up on this rap shit
Yeah yeah yea
Always gettin' money, hit the trap quick
When you down they try to kick you
Soon as you up they say they miss you
I swear ya nothin' beneficial
My team callin' shots in the game, we official
About money, that's the shit you don't get into
You niggas fake, ya something artificial
Talkin' bout Lex gon' have them youngins go and get you
Got a couple problems but these opps ain't a issue
It's no face no case
Run up in ya house we got them tools by the waist
Takin' all the work, you gon' tell me where's the safe
Then we takin' off we gone outta space
Out to get this paper Ima grind all the time
F*ck up out the stress I got the money on my mind
Couple youngins from uptown we bound to get signed
One way or another tell ya niggas take cover
My niggas out here trynna make a living
Passin' by these lames we killin' the competition
24/7 all my niggas on a mission
All I do is ball I should be the definition
Money bitchin'
It's telling' me to give it more
Addicted to the green I shoulda been a herbivore
Money talks, it's somethin' you never heard before
I spend money, niggas say I should conserve it more
At the top we been up here for a while now
But it's the lifestyle, I'm just living' life now
Pop them bottles throw them hundreds
Yea she hyped now
Talkin' all about how she want me to lay the pipe down
Yeah you f*ckin' with the wrong one
Momma had three boys, you f*ckin' with the wrong son
I don't get a mil soon Ima have to rob one
Cause I ain't with the losing shit nigga yeah I'm on one
Remember being down to my last ounce
Thinkin' Ima come up then the f*cking checks bounced
But I told my momma Ima get it for us
Make it out the hood, they gon' have to get to know us
Puttin' work in with all my shmurdas
Finessin' some designer shit that you ain't never heard of
Spending' all this money up in Goodman, Bergdorf
Tattin' up my body, pull up on her take my shirt off
Ima a boss, I don't take a loss
Walk up in the store don't worry what it cost
I got curved by hoes cause I was rockin' bummy clothes
Now my flow so sick I give em' a runny nose
You can't ride with us we going where the money goes
And where ever I pull up you gon' see money blow
It's Lex back up on this rap shit
Always gettin' money hit the trap quick
I spit crazy like a mac spit
Mac 11 shoot 11 empty clip it that quick
Nigga now listen, I'm sittin' on a pension
Lazy dumb niggas too broke to pay attention
I was always taught to chase the riches never chase the bitches
Pardon my language man I shoulda said women
Swear to god I hate em' but I love it when I'm in em'
But I rather count these hundred bands in my denims
Yea you f*ckin' with the wrong one
Momma had three boys you f*ckin' with the wrong son
Yeah yeah
DrippyLexx - Trust the Process (Intro) Lyrics
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It's Lex back up on this rap shit
Yeah yeah yea
Always gettin' money, hit the trap quick
When you down they try to kick you
Soon as you up they say they miss you
I swear ya nothin' beneficial
My team callin' shots in the game, we official
About money, that's the shit you don't get into
You niggas fake, ya something artificial
Talkin' bout Lex gon' have them youngins go and get you
Got a couple problems but these opps ain't a issue
It's no face no case
Run up in ya house we got them tools by the waist
Takin' all the work, you gon' tell me where's the safe
Then we takin' off we gone outta space
Out to get this paper Ima grind all the time
F*ck up out the stress I got the money on my mind
Couple youngins from uptown we bound to get signed
One way or another tell ya niggas take cover
My niggas out here trynna make a living
Passin' by these lames we killin' the competition
24/7 all my niggas on a mission
All I do is ball I should be the definition
Money bitchin'
It's telling' me to give it more
Addicted to the green I shoulda been a herbivore
Money talks, it's somethin' you never heard before
I spend money, niggas say I should conserve it more
At the top we been up here for a while now
But it's the lifestyle, I'm just living' life now
Pop them bottles throw them hundreds
Yea she hyped now
Talkin' all about how she want me to lay the pipe down
Yeah you f*ckin' with the wrong one
Momma had three boys, you f*ckin' with the wrong son
I don't get a mil soon Ima have to rob one
Cause I ain't with the losing shit nigga yeah I'm on one
Remember being down to my last ounce
Thinkin' Ima come up then the f*cking checks bounced
But I told my momma Ima get it for us
Make it out the hood, they gon' have to get to know us
Puttin' work in with all my shmurdas
Finessin' some designer shit that you ain't never heard of
Spending' all this money up in Goodman, Bergdorf
Tattin' up my body, pull up on her take my shirt off
Ima a boss, I don't take a loss
Walk up in the store don't worry what it cost
I got curved by hoes cause I was rockin' bummy clothes
Now my flow so sick I give em' a runny nose
You can't ride with us we going where the money goes
And where ever I pull up you gon' see money blow
It's Lex back up on this rap shit
Always gettin' money hit the trap quick
I spit crazy like a mac spit
Mac 11 shoot 11 empty clip it that quick
Nigga now listen, I'm sittin' on a pension
Lazy dumb niggas too broke to pay attention
I was always taught to chase the riches never chase the bitches
Pardon my language man I shoulda said women
Swear to god I hate em' but I love it when I'm in em'
But I rather count these hundred bands in my denims
Yea you f*ckin' with the wrong one
Momma had three boys you f*ckin' with the wrong son
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yea
Always gettin' money, hit the trap quick
When you down they try to kick you
Soon as you up they say they miss you
I swear ya nothin' beneficial
My team callin' shots in the game, we official
About money, that's the shit you don't get into
You niggas fake, ya something artificial
Talkin' bout Lex gon' have them youngins go and get you
Got a couple problems but these opps ain't a issue
It's no face no case
Run up in ya house we got them tools by the waist
Takin' all the work, you gon' tell me where's the safe
Then we takin' off we gone outta space
Out to get this paper Ima grind all the time
F*ck up out the stress I got the money on my mind
Couple youngins from uptown we bound to get signed
One way or another tell ya niggas take cover
My niggas out here trynna make a living
Passin' by these lames we killin' the competition
24/7 all my niggas on a mission
All I do is ball I should be the definition
Money bitchin'
It's telling' me to give it more
Addicted to the green I shoulda been a herbivore
Money talks, it's somethin' you never heard before
I spend money, niggas say I should conserve it more
At the top we been up here for a while now
But it's the lifestyle, I'm just living' life now
Pop them bottles throw them hundreds
Yea she hyped now
Talkin' all about how she want me to lay the pipe down
Yeah you f*ckin' with the wrong one
Momma had three boys, you f*ckin' with the wrong son
I don't get a mil soon Ima have to rob one
Cause I ain't with the losing shit nigga yeah I'm on one
Remember being down to my last ounce
Thinkin' Ima come up then the f*cking checks bounced
But I told my momma Ima get it for us
Make it out the hood, they gon' have to get to know us
Puttin' work in with all my shmurdas
Finessin' some designer shit that you ain't never heard of
Spending' all this money up in Goodman, Bergdorf
Tattin' up my body, pull up on her take my shirt off
Ima a boss, I don't take a loss
Walk up in the store don't worry what it cost
I got curved by hoes cause I was rockin' bummy clothes
Now my flow so sick I give em' a runny nose
You can't ride with us we going where the money goes
And where ever I pull up you gon' see money blow
It's Lex back up on this rap shit
Always gettin' money hit the trap quick
I spit crazy like a mac spit
Mac 11 shoot 11 empty clip it that quick
Nigga now listen, I'm sittin' on a pension
Lazy dumb niggas too broke to pay attention
I was always taught to chase the riches never chase the bitches
Pardon my language man I shoulda said women
Swear to god I hate em' but I love it when I'm in em'
But I rather count these hundred bands in my denims
Yea you f*ckin' with the wrong one
Momma had three boys you f*ckin' with the wrong son
Yeah yeah
Writer: DrippyLexx, David Gonzalez
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid