Told my bro,
Put 'em boys in a pack and let's roll
I stay out the way I been getting my dough
In a pent top floor I got racks on the floor
And I don't got no time to be boolin' with maggots
I get all the racks I'm a currency magnet
Please don't talk bout the racks if you know you don't have it
And you biting my swag, lil boy you can have it
I been living too fast, been living too lavish
We don't stunt for the gram, let 'em think we don't have it
Got the queen on the cheque, my money got royalty
They talking bout relics, what happened to loyalty?
I just walked in the bank, lil boy I'm the governor
The way that we move, you'd think we the government
I just hop on the mic, I know that they feeling me
I'm the swag boy I'm the epitome
I just hopped in a Benz told the driver, "let's go!"
Boy you was my brother but not anymore
And I know that you down, you ain't got no dough
Sip on VSOP I can't pour up a 4
And the money so high, boy like Aladdin
I been climbing the rank like a ladder
I been thumbing these bands lil boy I been flashing
Catch that boy if he diss then my bro get to blasting
And I play as the rookie, I'm really the coach
Boy take out your books start taking down notes
I got heavenly flows, I float like a boat
It's gone take 'em some time just to see I'm the goat
I been counting these Franklins, feel like a Saint
Your lifestyle fake we don't give to the bait
He want go band for band meet me at the bank
In a coupe, all black, I ride in a tank
I got starch in my plate, I get bread by the loaf
Boy I dropped 20 racks on a Vetemants coat
Seen that lil boy had to up my cutter
Lil boy you and gang, you is not my brother
I got bands, boy I'm just a Louis tag lover
I'm just a designer tag benefactor
In a black Maserati I'm burning the rubber
I'm the man of the year, lil boy I'm the father
Back to back with my bro rolling blunts till we touching the sky
I can't be chasing no hoe boy I value my time
I can't be talking bout shit when I know it's a lie
He got caught, he was living a lie
Lil boy I got business endeavours
I got diamonds that switch up the weather
I got hitters that pack a Berreta
Lemme know what's the word, boy we down for whatever
Got a scope on the mic I can't miss on these tracks
I don't play bout my money I need the advance
I'm the type make your hoe do a dance for some bands
At the top of the pillar, yRichie the man
Hated Antaries - Rookie Lyrics
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Told my bro,
Put 'em boys in a pack and let's roll
I stay out the way I been getting my dough
In a pent top floor I got racks on the floor
And I don't got no time to be boolin' with maggots
I get all the racks I'm a currency magnet
Please don't talk bout the racks if you know you don't have it
And you biting my swag, lil boy you can have it
I been living too fast, been living too lavish
We don't stunt for the gram, let 'em think we don't have it
Got the queen on the cheque, my money got royalty
They talking bout relics, what happened to loyalty?
I just walked in the bank, lil boy I'm the governor
The way that we move, you'd think we the government
I just hop on the mic, I know that they feeling me
I'm the swag boy I'm the epitome
I just hopped in a Benz told the driver, "let's go!"
Boy you was my brother but not anymore
And I know that you down, you ain't got no dough
Sip on VSOP I can't pour up a 4
And the money so high, boy like Aladdin
I been climbing the rank like a ladder
I been thumbing these bands lil boy I been flashing
Catch that boy if he diss then my bro get to blasting
And I play as the rookie, I'm really the coach
Boy take out your books start taking down notes
I got heavenly flows, I float like a boat
It's gone take 'em some time just to see I'm the goat
I been counting these Franklins, feel like a Saint
Your lifestyle fake we don't give to the bait
He want go band for band meet me at the bank
In a coupe, all black, I ride in a tank
I got starch in my plate, I get bread by the loaf
Boy I dropped 20 racks on a Vetemants coat
Seen that lil boy had to up my cutter
Lil boy you and gang, you is not my brother
I got bands, boy I'm just a Louis tag lover
I'm just a designer tag benefactor
In a black Maserati I'm burning the rubber
I'm the man of the year, lil boy I'm the father
Back to back with my bro rolling blunts till we touching the sky
I can't be chasing no hoe boy I value my time
I can't be talking bout shit when I know it's a lie
He got caught, he was living a lie
Lil boy I got business endeavours
I got diamonds that switch up the weather
I got hitters that pack a Berreta
Lemme know what's the word, boy we down for whatever
Got a scope on the mic I can't miss on these tracks
I don't play bout my money I need the advance
I'm the type make your hoe do a dance for some bands
At the top of the pillar, yRichie the man
Put 'em boys in a pack and let's roll
I stay out the way I been getting my dough
In a pent top floor I got racks on the floor
And I don't got no time to be boolin' with maggots
I get all the racks I'm a currency magnet
Please don't talk bout the racks if you know you don't have it
And you biting my swag, lil boy you can have it
I been living too fast, been living too lavish
We don't stunt for the gram, let 'em think we don't have it
Got the queen on the cheque, my money got royalty
They talking bout relics, what happened to loyalty?
I just walked in the bank, lil boy I'm the governor
The way that we move, you'd think we the government
I just hop on the mic, I know that they feeling me
I'm the swag boy I'm the epitome
I just hopped in a Benz told the driver, "let's go!"
Boy you was my brother but not anymore
And I know that you down, you ain't got no dough
Sip on VSOP I can't pour up a 4
And the money so high, boy like Aladdin
I been climbing the rank like a ladder
I been thumbing these bands lil boy I been flashing
Catch that boy if he diss then my bro get to blasting
And I play as the rookie, I'm really the coach
Boy take out your books start taking down notes
I got heavenly flows, I float like a boat
It's gone take 'em some time just to see I'm the goat
I been counting these Franklins, feel like a Saint
Your lifestyle fake we don't give to the bait
He want go band for band meet me at the bank
In a coupe, all black, I ride in a tank
I got starch in my plate, I get bread by the loaf
Boy I dropped 20 racks on a Vetemants coat
Seen that lil boy had to up my cutter
Lil boy you and gang, you is not my brother
I got bands, boy I'm just a Louis tag lover
I'm just a designer tag benefactor
In a black Maserati I'm burning the rubber
I'm the man of the year, lil boy I'm the father
Back to back with my bro rolling blunts till we touching the sky
I can't be chasing no hoe boy I value my time
I can't be talking bout shit when I know it's a lie
He got caught, he was living a lie
Lil boy I got business endeavours
I got diamonds that switch up the weather
I got hitters that pack a Berreta
Lemme know what's the word, boy we down for whatever
Got a scope on the mic I can't miss on these tracks
I don't play bout my money I need the advance
I'm the type make your hoe do a dance for some bands
At the top of the pillar, yRichie the man
Writer: Richard Zvareva
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