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Cheat Code Video (MV)




Performed By: GMG Tripp
Length: 3:29
Written by: Christopher O'Neal




GMG Tripp - Cheat Code Lyrics




Im in all lanes I cant run out of gas f*ck what they sayin im just chasing my dreams
It aint no secret these niggas been mad all in they feelings but I gotta eat
Hop in the whip and then I do the dash counting up racks that I got out the street
Ran up my networth I really don't network you want you a feature gotta pay the fee
Put in that work 7 days out the week I got the cheat code this drip don't come free
Class is in session just listen I teach gold in my mouth I practice what I preach
Shawty don't pray but the bitch on her knees yea that ass fat and her titties are b's
Chasing that sack money call then I leave chasing that sack money call then I leave

I don't know why niggas act like I owe em niggas like bitches these niggas annoying
Turning up for a bag I gotta show em I am the nigga they been sleeping on
Should be on radio should be on tour used to sell dope posted up at the store
F*ck on yo bitch when a nigga get bored I send a text and she open the door
Cant trust in these bitches these bitches be whores she give me that pussy she get Michael Kors
I give her two rounds and the bitch want some more she want some powder then I let her snort
Pop me a pill if*ck her till she roar she say her nigga aint f*cking wit me I know it
I tell her you aint gotta tell me I know it just keep it real with me don't ever turn fraud
I got niggas swiping cards doing fraud f*ck petty hustling we tryna go large
Try to take mine I leave you with a scar that stick go long range I hit you from afar
Pouring up a four and im sipping the bar call up the plug and he shipping it raw
I know how to pull strings and I don't play guitar putting in work until shis shit pay off

Im in all lanes I cant run out of gas f*ck what they sayin im just chasing my dreams
It aint no secret these niggas been mad all in they feelings but I gotta eat
Hop in the whip and then I do the dash counting up racks that I got out the street
Ran up my networth I really don't network you want you a feature gotta pay the fee
Put in that work 7 days out the week I got the cheat code this drip don't come free
Class is in session just listen I teach gold in my mouth I practice what I preach
Shawty don't pray but the bitch on her knees yea that ass fat and her titties are b's
Chasing that sack money call then I leave chasing that sack money call then I leave

You pushing a bucket we pull up in foreign they see the difference in what we been doing
Whats in yo pocket boy what you been on you out here stunting like you really on
Mama taught me always stack up ya coins live below ya means and get what you afford
Im tryna get paid for what I enjoy 9 to 5 really not meant for the boy
That's why I hustle and that's why I grind I did some dirt and I kept me a nine
Sold me some work I hit licks all the time you not a plug nigga why is you lying
Might fool them but you cant fool me im the real deal a product of these streets
Concrete jungle turned me to a beast I used to hoop now I shoot with the heat
Im good with the left too never switch sides like Westbrook
I know my old bitches mad they see what they had wish I never left em
Sorry not sorry I left you my new bitch get wetter than you
And my bitch get mo cheddar than you and she come with less vendettas than you

Im in all lanes I cant run out of gas f*ck what they sayin im just chasing my dreams
It aint no secret these niggas been mad all in they feelings but I gotta eat
Hop in the whip and then I do the dash counting up racks that I got out the street
Ran up my networth I really don't network you want you a feature gotta pay the fee
Put in that work 7 days out the week I got the cheat code this drip don't come free
Class is in session just listen I teach gold in my mouth I practice what I preach
Shawty don't pray but the bitch on her knees yea that ass fat and her titties are b's
Chasing that sack money call then I leave chasing that sack money call then I leave
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Im in all lanes I cant run out of gas f*ck what they sayin im just chasing my dreams
It aint no secret these niggas been mad all in they feelings but I gotta eat
Hop in the whip and then I do the dash counting up racks that I got out the street
Ran up my networth I really don't network you want you a feature gotta pay the fee
Put in that work 7 days out the week I got the cheat code this drip don't come free
Class is in session just listen I teach gold in my mouth I practice what I preach
Shawty don't pray but the bitch on her knees yea that ass fat and her titties are b's
Chasing that sack money call then I leave chasing that sack money call then I leave

I don't know why niggas act like I owe em niggas like bitches these niggas annoying
Turning up for a bag I gotta show em I am the nigga they been sleeping on
Should be on radio should be on tour used to sell dope posted up at the store
F*ck on yo bitch when a nigga get bored I send a text and she open the door
Cant trust in these bitches these bitches be whores she give me that pussy she get Michael Kors
I give her two rounds and the bitch want some more she want some powder then I let her snort
Pop me a pill if*ck her till she roar she say her nigga aint f*cking wit me I know it
I tell her you aint gotta tell me I know it just keep it real with me don't ever turn fraud
I got niggas swiping cards doing fraud f*ck petty hustling we tryna go large
Try to take mine I leave you with a scar that stick go long range I hit you from afar
Pouring up a four and im sipping the bar call up the plug and he shipping it raw
I know how to pull strings and I don't play guitar putting in work until shis shit pay off

Im in all lanes I cant run out of gas f*ck what they sayin im just chasing my dreams
It aint no secret these niggas been mad all in they feelings but I gotta eat
Hop in the whip and then I do the dash counting up racks that I got out the street
Ran up my networth I really don't network you want you a feature gotta pay the fee
Put in that work 7 days out the week I got the cheat code this drip don't come free
Class is in session just listen I teach gold in my mouth I practice what I preach
Shawty don't pray but the bitch on her knees yea that ass fat and her titties are b's
Chasing that sack money call then I leave chasing that sack money call then I leave

You pushing a bucket we pull up in foreign they see the difference in what we been doing
Whats in yo pocket boy what you been on you out here stunting like you really on
Mama taught me always stack up ya coins live below ya means and get what you afford
Im tryna get paid for what I enjoy 9 to 5 really not meant for the boy
That's why I hustle and that's why I grind I did some dirt and I kept me a nine
Sold me some work I hit licks all the time you not a plug nigga why is you lying
Might fool them but you cant fool me im the real deal a product of these streets
Concrete jungle turned me to a beast I used to hoop now I shoot with the heat
Im good with the left too never switch sides like Westbrook
I know my old bitches mad they see what they had wish I never left em
Sorry not sorry I left you my new bitch get wetter than you
And my bitch get mo cheddar than you and she come with less vendettas than you

Im in all lanes I cant run out of gas f*ck what they sayin im just chasing my dreams
It aint no secret these niggas been mad all in they feelings but I gotta eat
Hop in the whip and then I do the dash counting up racks that I got out the street
Ran up my networth I really don't network you want you a feature gotta pay the fee
Put in that work 7 days out the week I got the cheat code this drip don't come free
Class is in session just listen I teach gold in my mouth I practice what I preach
Shawty don't pray but the bitch on her knees yea that ass fat and her titties are b's
Chasing that sack money call then I leave chasing that sack money call then I leave
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Writer: Christopher O'Neal
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