Js on my feet
Gucci belt on my waistline
Aimin at yo head now that's what I call a FaceTime
If you got a problem come and slide cuz I face mine
All about the business ain't no room for play time
Young n**** changing mama saying that I lost it
But I still drip like bad plumbing on a faucet
Gettin to the bag Ian doing no tossing Name in your mouth hope you real good at flossing
I'm in my bag whoa
I got the cash flow
I wanna pull up in a hellcat
220 on the dash whoa
I hit the scene just like ima director
My n****s ain't kappas but all of em steppin
I'm molding my image I'm feeling invested
I ball out control so can't none of y'all catch me
Come from the haven like I'm TD
Ballin' like the raptors make em believe
I could pull up wit my niggas riding 10 deep
I remember I would pull up on a 10 speed
I'm just tryna buy my mama a new Bentley Hit the scene fresh as hell rockin fendi
If you giving me a band imma send 3
Know I'm hungry imma need more than a 10 piece
Some of y'all love me I know some of y'all gon hate me
B**** I get that money get the dough like a bakery
Js on my feet
Gucci belt on my waistline
Aimin at yo head now that's what I call a FaceTime
If you got a problem come and slide cuz I face mine
All about the business ain't no room for play time
I got the juice call it Tropicana
Got drip like a tide but ain't from Alabama I got designer wit broads in Atlanta
My squad is too rude so we ain't got no manners
Looking at millions what I'm approaching
I be on the border where pesos be
Niggas shootin guns but I lay low b
Cause I don't need Gat call it Saints Row 3
All these n****s cap they don't ever see facts
Got a Fat joe I can make her lean back
No Mercedes all these niggas C class
All these n****s are my sons call me Steve Nash
N****s can't touch me y'all below me
Imma hold it down like P.O.P
Behind closed doors still be low key
Giving all my praise up to G O D
Fame in my future
Young n**** too turnt
5 star movie y'all n****s bloopers
Green hunnids too old
Call that a cougar
N****s ridin on my wave charged like an Uber
Say it all again for the people in the back One more time if you tryna take a nap
Say it once again if you really wanna doubt
Call a young n**** terminator I'll be back
Js on my feet
Gucci belt on my waistline
Aimin at yo head now that's what I call a FaceTime
If you got a problem come and slide cuz I face mine
All about the business ain't no room for play time
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Js on my feet
Gucci belt on my waistline
Aimin at yo head now that's what I call a FaceTime
If you got a problem come and slide cuz I face mine
All about the business ain't no room for play time
Young n**** changing mama saying that I lost it
But I still drip like bad plumbing on a faucet
Gettin to the bag Ian doing no tossing Name in your mouth hope you real good at flossing
I'm in my bag whoa
I got the cash flow
I wanna pull up in a hellcat
220 on the dash whoa
I hit the scene just like ima director
My n****s ain't kappas but all of em steppin
I'm molding my image I'm feeling invested
I ball out control so can't none of y'all catch me
Come from the haven like I'm TD
Ballin' like the raptors make em believe
I could pull up wit my niggas riding 10 deep
I remember I would pull up on a 10 speed
I'm just tryna buy my mama a new Bentley Hit the scene fresh as hell rockin fendi
If you giving me a band imma send 3
Know I'm hungry imma need more than a 10 piece
Some of y'all love me I know some of y'all gon hate me
B**** I get that money get the dough like a bakery
Js on my feet
Gucci belt on my waistline
Aimin at yo head now that's what I call a FaceTime
If you got a problem come and slide cuz I face mine
All about the business ain't no room for play time
I got the juice call it Tropicana
Got drip like a tide but ain't from Alabama I got designer wit broads in Atlanta
My squad is too rude so we ain't got no manners
Looking at millions what I'm approaching
I be on the border where pesos be
Niggas shootin guns but I lay low b
Cause I don't need Gat call it Saints Row 3
All these n****s cap they don't ever see facts
Got a Fat joe I can make her lean back
No Mercedes all these niggas C class
All these n****s are my sons call me Steve Nash
N****s can't touch me y'all below me
Imma hold it down like P.O.P
Behind closed doors still be low key
Giving all my praise up to G O D
Fame in my future
Young n**** too turnt
5 star movie y'all n****s bloopers
Green hunnids too old
Call that a cougar
N****s ridin on my wave charged like an Uber
Say it all again for the people in the back One more time if you tryna take a nap
Say it once again if you really wanna doubt
Call a young n**** terminator I'll be back
Js on my feet
Gucci belt on my waistline
Aimin at yo head now that's what I call a FaceTime
If you got a problem come and slide cuz I face mine
All about the business ain't no room for play time
Gucci belt on my waistline
Aimin at yo head now that's what I call a FaceTime
If you got a problem come and slide cuz I face mine
All about the business ain't no room for play time
Young n**** changing mama saying that I lost it
But I still drip like bad plumbing on a faucet
Gettin to the bag Ian doing no tossing Name in your mouth hope you real good at flossing
I'm in my bag whoa
I got the cash flow
I wanna pull up in a hellcat
220 on the dash whoa
I hit the scene just like ima director
My n****s ain't kappas but all of em steppin
I'm molding my image I'm feeling invested
I ball out control so can't none of y'all catch me
Come from the haven like I'm TD
Ballin' like the raptors make em believe
I could pull up wit my niggas riding 10 deep
I remember I would pull up on a 10 speed
I'm just tryna buy my mama a new Bentley Hit the scene fresh as hell rockin fendi
If you giving me a band imma send 3
Know I'm hungry imma need more than a 10 piece
Some of y'all love me I know some of y'all gon hate me
B**** I get that money get the dough like a bakery
Js on my feet
Gucci belt on my waistline
Aimin at yo head now that's what I call a FaceTime
If you got a problem come and slide cuz I face mine
All about the business ain't no room for play time
I got the juice call it Tropicana
Got drip like a tide but ain't from Alabama I got designer wit broads in Atlanta
My squad is too rude so we ain't got no manners
Looking at millions what I'm approaching
I be on the border where pesos be
Niggas shootin guns but I lay low b
Cause I don't need Gat call it Saints Row 3
All these n****s cap they don't ever see facts
Got a Fat joe I can make her lean back
No Mercedes all these niggas C class
All these n****s are my sons call me Steve Nash
N****s can't touch me y'all below me
Imma hold it down like P.O.P
Behind closed doors still be low key
Giving all my praise up to G O D
Fame in my future
Young n**** too turnt
5 star movie y'all n****s bloopers
Green hunnids too old
Call that a cougar
N****s ridin on my wave charged like an Uber
Say it all again for the people in the back One more time if you tryna take a nap
Say it once again if you really wanna doubt
Call a young n**** terminator I'll be back
Js on my feet
Gucci belt on my waistline
Aimin at yo head now that's what I call a FaceTime
If you got a problem come and slide cuz I face mine
All about the business ain't no room for play time
Writer: Jordan Sledge
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