Said I got
Bad thoughts loopin in my head
I smoke this blunt back
Can I please proceed to puff and get high off this blunt now
Always think you got more time until it stop and run out
Are you working hard to make it
Or you rather chase that bread
Or you rather get that cash instead
I pull up with a truckload full of dope
Moving weight that's back to back
I got that pole
If it's threats you want that action
We gone blow
We gone pull up with that fire and air this bitch out let it blow
Drop them all its back to back they falling like some domino's
Never play round with my bread
I come correct in all my business
And my Choppa stay concealed
Just In case I'm on that hitlist
And that Choppa hit ya brain quick
Hit that with precision
Pulled off in a Benz
Two tone AP on my wrist man
I done put the work in
Bitch I got it I'm my own man
Big CEO
Had to stomach every loss
Had take care of the bills
Who give a f*ck how much it cost
Huh
And it's bank 6 figures now
Cause bitch I had to boss up
I had to fix that plate
Member all them nights momma had to gather change
If food ain't on the table
We just had to take that pain
I grew up
Was a screw up
Till I had that mind change
Cash get it swiftly
Them deals done quickly
I pulled up in that Bentley
Lil bitch I came correctly
I'm clutching on my blicky
Let it blow
Had to take a step out
I had to take a toke
You know that you smoking on that gas
When your cough sound like you choke
She say who you is ain't no ordinary Bloke bitch
She just wanna come into my crib and start eloping
She just wanna f*ck with a boss
She say that she wanna ball out when we go to the mall
She just want Gucci designer
Wearing Louis Vuitton
Got Red bottoms on the feet
Bitch I still bought it all
When I pull up it's a whole fleet
Gucci my draws
And Gucci loafers
Always boutta bag I started off a hundred brokers
Then I took a step up and got my own shit
Had to risk
But f*ck it now we rich bitch
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Said I got
Bad thoughts loopin in my head
I smoke this blunt back
Can I please proceed to puff and get high off this blunt now
Always think you got more time until it stop and run out
Are you working hard to make it
Or you rather chase that bread
Or you rather get that cash instead
I pull up with a truckload full of dope
Moving weight that's back to back
I got that pole
If it's threats you want that action
We gone blow
We gone pull up with that fire and air this bitch out let it blow
Drop them all its back to back they falling like some domino's
Never play round with my bread
I come correct in all my business
And my Choppa stay concealed
Just In case I'm on that hitlist
And that Choppa hit ya brain quick
Hit that with precision
Pulled off in a Benz
Two tone AP on my wrist man
I done put the work in
Bitch I got it I'm my own man
Big CEO
Had to stomach every loss
Had take care of the bills
Who give a f*ck how much it cost
Huh
And it's bank 6 figures now
Cause bitch I had to boss up
I had to fix that plate
Member all them nights momma had to gather change
If food ain't on the table
We just had to take that pain
I grew up
Was a screw up
Till I had that mind change
Cash get it swiftly
Them deals done quickly
I pulled up in that Bentley
Lil bitch I came correctly
I'm clutching on my blicky
Let it blow
Had to take a step out
I had to take a toke
You know that you smoking on that gas
When your cough sound like you choke
She say who you is ain't no ordinary Bloke bitch
She just wanna come into my crib and start eloping
She just wanna f*ck with a boss
She say that she wanna ball out when we go to the mall
She just want Gucci designer
Wearing Louis Vuitton
Got Red bottoms on the feet
Bitch I still bought it all
When I pull up it's a whole fleet
Gucci my draws
And Gucci loafers
Always boutta bag I started off a hundred brokers
Then I took a step up and got my own shit
Had to risk
But f*ck it now we rich bitch
Bad thoughts loopin in my head
I smoke this blunt back
Can I please proceed to puff and get high off this blunt now
Always think you got more time until it stop and run out
Are you working hard to make it
Or you rather chase that bread
Or you rather get that cash instead
I pull up with a truckload full of dope
Moving weight that's back to back
I got that pole
If it's threats you want that action
We gone blow
We gone pull up with that fire and air this bitch out let it blow
Drop them all its back to back they falling like some domino's
Never play round with my bread
I come correct in all my business
And my Choppa stay concealed
Just In case I'm on that hitlist
And that Choppa hit ya brain quick
Hit that with precision
Pulled off in a Benz
Two tone AP on my wrist man
I done put the work in
Bitch I got it I'm my own man
Big CEO
Had to stomach every loss
Had take care of the bills
Who give a f*ck how much it cost
Huh
And it's bank 6 figures now
Cause bitch I had to boss up
I had to fix that plate
Member all them nights momma had to gather change
If food ain't on the table
We just had to take that pain
I grew up
Was a screw up
Till I had that mind change
Cash get it swiftly
Them deals done quickly
I pulled up in that Bentley
Lil bitch I came correctly
I'm clutching on my blicky
Let it blow
Had to take a step out
I had to take a toke
You know that you smoking on that gas
When your cough sound like you choke
She say who you is ain't no ordinary Bloke bitch
She just wanna come into my crib and start eloping
She just wanna f*ck with a boss
She say that she wanna ball out when we go to the mall
She just want Gucci designer
Wearing Louis Vuitton
Got Red bottoms on the feet
Bitch I still bought it all
When I pull up it's a whole fleet
Gucci my draws
And Gucci loafers
Always boutta bag I started off a hundred brokers
Then I took a step up and got my own shit
Had to risk
But f*ck it now we rich bitch