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Performed By: Mahree 4X
Language: English
Length: 2:05
Written by: Mahree 4X, Amahree Pettaway
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Mahree 4X - Initial Lyrics
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(Oh, she wanna' LinkWithTrev)
You hear the crowd screaming loud? Oh that's Four-times
Nigga get a bag and love to flex, but Ion' show mine
Then they at his neck, & he get stretched, and that's in no time
Thanking God I'm blessed, I'm finna' blow just like a road mine
Niggas in my face, but they been faking, yeah the whole time
If its bout the cake, know I'ma take it, you can't hold mine
Life is just a gamble, grab the dice, I'm on a roll now
Been wanting this shit my whole life, No, I can't fold now
Know my pops gone, I ain't have no choice but just to man up
Back against the ropes, it ain't no joke, I had to stand up
They hate when we show, know FTH, yeah they can't stand us
Stand down, that's a no, I cant surrender, put my hands up
Or tell on the bro, I can't do that, won't give my mans up (No, no)
Need my pockets thick, so only choice is: Run them bands up
Want them bitches falling to the floor, can't pick my pants up
If the check ain't calling, then I probably will not answer
If it ain't the bag, I will not pick up
I got me a plan, just hope it workout like a sit-up
Want the AP, & not the rollie, thats's Initial
Ice up on my arm, just like it hurt, can't hold my wrist up
Reach for my neck, and you get flashed. It ain't no picture
Gotta "Money Rash", I miss the paper got me itching
But I been patient now it's time to get my fixing
Sat back & waited with that rod like I was fishing
I switch my cadence with the odds that I that I been dealing
Brought up by gangster's, think I'm changing, don't know this feeling
Tryna stack on the day by day, and run it to a million
Pull out in 8x8, 64' ain't got no ceiling
I came for the cash, please put your hands up
New whip, hit the gas, wheels spinning like a dancer
They hate to see the real winning, I can't stand em'
It ain't the bag ringing, so I will not answer
If it ain't the bag, I will not pick up
I got me a plan, just hope it workout like a sit-up
Want the AP, & not the rollie, thats's Initial
Ice up on my arm, just like it hurt, can't hold my wrist up
If it ain't the bag, I will not pick up
I got me a plan, just hope it workout like a sit-up
Want the AP, & not the rollie, thats's Initial
Ice up on my arm, just like it hurt, can't hold my wrist up
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English

(Oh, she wanna' LinkWithTrev)
You hear the crowd screaming loud? Oh that's Four-times
Nigga get a bag and love to flex, but Ion' show mine
Then they at his neck, & he get stretched, and that's in no time
Thanking God I'm blessed, I'm finna' blow just like a road mine
Niggas in my face, but they been faking, yeah the whole time
If its bout the cake, know I'ma take it, you can't hold mine
Life is just a gamble, grab the dice, I'm on a roll now
Been wanting this shit my whole life, No, I can't fold now
Know my pops gone, I ain't have no choice but just to man up
Back against the ropes, it ain't no joke, I had to stand up
They hate when we show, know FTH, yeah they can't stand us
Stand down, that's a no, I cant surrender, put my hands up
Or tell on the bro, I can't do that, won't give my mans up (No, no)
Need my pockets thick, so only choice is: Run them bands up
Want them bitches falling to the floor, can't pick my pants up
If the check ain't calling, then I probably will not answer
If it ain't the bag, I will not pick up
I got me a plan, just hope it workout like a sit-up
Want the AP, & not the rollie, thats's Initial
Ice up on my arm, just like it hurt, can't hold my wrist up
Reach for my neck, and you get flashed. It ain't no picture
Gotta "Money Rash", I miss the paper got me itching
But I been patient now it's time to get my fixing
Sat back & waited with that rod like I was fishing
I switch my cadence with the odds that I that I been dealing
Brought up by gangster's, think I'm changing, don't know this feeling
Tryna stack on the day by day, and run it to a million
Pull out in 8x8, 64' ain't got no ceiling
I came for the cash, please put your hands up
New whip, hit the gas, wheels spinning like a dancer
They hate to see the real winning, I can't stand em'
It ain't the bag ringing, so I will not answer
If it ain't the bag, I will not pick up
I got me a plan, just hope it workout like a sit-up
Want the AP, & not the rollie, thats's Initial
Ice up on my arm, just like it hurt, can't hold my wrist up
If it ain't the bag, I will not pick up
I got me a plan, just hope it workout like a sit-up
Want the AP, & not the rollie, thats's Initial
Ice up on my arm, just like it hurt, can't hold my wrist up
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Writer: Mahree 4X, Amahree Pettaway
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