Ha!
Plenty ways I could've gave up
Henny in my hand and my rage up
All I really want is my dough up
Give a fucc less what they say bruh
Dawg,You know where I came from?
Open stove, heat was not paid for
Dump on a nigga cause they so
Cause he probably getting loot like he Ace tho
Still whipping a coupe and it's cleaner
20 On tints you can't see him, like his demeanor
None of these niggas can see him
Only they bitch, what a secret
Bezel on grind when I ride by
I can't hear em talk when I drive by
Homie got a lot on the line
And there's not enough time
And I gotta get mine
You would've thought I would've parked it
Way my stock went up they, car sick
Wanna be a boss, it would cost you
Nigga i be tailored up in a don suit
3 Piecer with me no visa
That money talk and I speak it
Apply that pressure don't ease up
Had broke days no amnesia
(Yeah)
Picture me rollin
Whippin that coupe like a stoley or renty I'm holding
All that work I put in not over
Never had a handout so don't owe one
When they ask how I got it? My lonely
Came up from the bottom
The goal is now closer
Not a thing holding me back, I'll get over
Any little thing cause I done it before and
Like I hit the pot and it bubbled up
That boy cooked crack right in front of ya
Nigga I was in the back, now in front of ya
Probably getting laughed at but what's funnier
How I laugh at the bank when it's coming in
Always been a man that would a plan ahead
And it's back to your chick when demanding head
Stick to the script and you'll get the bread
Picture me rolling
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Ha!
Plenty ways I could've gave up
Henny in my hand and my rage up
All I really want is my dough up
Give a fucc less what they say bruh
Dawg,You know where I came from?
Open stove, heat was not paid for
Dump on a nigga cause they so
Cause he probably getting loot like he Ace tho
Still whipping a coupe and it's cleaner
20 On tints you can't see him, like his demeanor
None of these niggas can see him
Only they bitch, what a secret
Bezel on grind when I ride by
I can't hear em talk when I drive by
Homie got a lot on the line
And there's not enough time
And I gotta get mine
You would've thought I would've parked it
Way my stock went up they, car sick
Wanna be a boss, it would cost you
Nigga i be tailored up in a don suit
3 Piecer with me no visa
That money talk and I speak it
Apply that pressure don't ease up
Had broke days no amnesia
(Yeah)
Picture me rollin
Whippin that coupe like a stoley or renty I'm holding
All that work I put in not over
Never had a handout so don't owe one
When they ask how I got it? My lonely
Came up from the bottom
The goal is now closer
Not a thing holding me back, I'll get over
Any little thing cause I done it before and
Like I hit the pot and it bubbled up
That boy cooked crack right in front of ya
Nigga I was in the back, now in front of ya
Probably getting laughed at but what's funnier
How I laugh at the bank when it's coming in
Always been a man that would a plan ahead
And it's back to your chick when demanding head
Stick to the script and you'll get the bread
Picture me rolling
Plenty ways I could've gave up
Henny in my hand and my rage up
All I really want is my dough up
Give a fucc less what they say bruh
Dawg,You know where I came from?
Open stove, heat was not paid for
Dump on a nigga cause they so
Cause he probably getting loot like he Ace tho
Still whipping a coupe and it's cleaner
20 On tints you can't see him, like his demeanor
None of these niggas can see him
Only they bitch, what a secret
Bezel on grind when I ride by
I can't hear em talk when I drive by
Homie got a lot on the line
And there's not enough time
And I gotta get mine
You would've thought I would've parked it
Way my stock went up they, car sick
Wanna be a boss, it would cost you
Nigga i be tailored up in a don suit
3 Piecer with me no visa
That money talk and I speak it
Apply that pressure don't ease up
Had broke days no amnesia
(Yeah)
Picture me rollin
Whippin that coupe like a stoley or renty I'm holding
All that work I put in not over
Never had a handout so don't owe one
When they ask how I got it? My lonely
Came up from the bottom
The goal is now closer
Not a thing holding me back, I'll get over
Any little thing cause I done it before and
Like I hit the pot and it bubbled up
That boy cooked crack right in front of ya
Nigga I was in the back, now in front of ya
Probably getting laughed at but what's funnier
How I laugh at the bank when it's coming in
Always been a man that would a plan ahead
And it's back to your chick when demanding head
Stick to the script and you'll get the bread
Picture me rolling
Writer: Tajh Moyse
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