Niggas got opinions but that shit is getting old
I'm on my way up and I can see you gettin drove
It might be this way until A nigga getting old
F*ck you mean boy that shit is set in stone
Aye, look
Emptied out the bank for every dream that I was sold (Aye)
Maxed out my account I sell it back to the hoes
Like my women real pretty nails match-in her toes
(Aye)
(Bitch you know the vibes)
Aye, Look
I be this way til I'm 96 give a f*ck you liking it
Boys ain't living the shit that they rap bout cause they too busy typing it
I was in tears bout some shit that happened to me now the money be wiping it
Plus I done had me some issues with love
Now it be hard just to like a bitch
So I just pick up the mic and shit
Get in the booth and start striking shit
They hated on me now they want a feature
Get off my phone and stop biting dick
Type of shit?
First it was different and now everyone of em like the shit
"Hey Don let me get feature!"
Niggas got opinions but that shit is getting old
I'm on my way up and I can see you gettin drove
It might be this way until A nigga getting old
F*ck you mean boy that shit is set in stone
Aye, look
Emptied out the bank for every dream that I was sold (Aye)
Maxed out my account I sell it back to the hoes
Like my women real pretty nails match-in her toes
(Aye)
(Bitch you know the vibes)
Aye, Look
I need a muscle relaxer
A blessing and prayer from my pastor
Ballin so hard I should play for the Raptors
Hang a nigga jersey up in the rafters
Baked like Anita I'm caught in the rapture
Nigga'll slap ya you keep with the chatter
Don't do construction but keep me a ladder
I don't go backwards my bitches just keep gettin badder
We out on an island like Revis
Shawty got head like Bevis
My old hoes ain't ever gon leave they all hit my line if they need me
Cause I keep it g
Ask where she got it, she got it from me
Ain't tryna compete
That's how niggaz die in the streets I gotta get me
I need me ten thousand a week
Banks
Niggas got opinions but that shit is getting old
I'm on my way up and I can see you gettin drove
It might be this way until A nigga getting old
F*ck you mean boy that shit is set in stone
Aye, look
Emptied out the bank for every dream that I was sold (Aye)
Maxed out my account I sell it back to the hoes
Like my women real pretty nails match-in her toes
(Aye)
(Bitch you know the vibes)
Aye, Look
Tron Don - Gettin' Old (feat. Kendal Banks) Lyrics
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Niggas got opinions but that shit is getting old
I'm on my way up and I can see you gettin drove
It might be this way until A nigga getting old
F*ck you mean boy that shit is set in stone
Aye, look
Emptied out the bank for every dream that I was sold (Aye)
Maxed out my account I sell it back to the hoes
Like my women real pretty nails match-in her toes
(Aye)
(Bitch you know the vibes)
Aye, Look
I be this way til I'm 96 give a f*ck you liking it
Boys ain't living the shit that they rap bout cause they too busy typing it
I was in tears bout some shit that happened to me now the money be wiping it
Plus I done had me some issues with love
Now it be hard just to like a bitch
So I just pick up the mic and shit
Get in the booth and start striking shit
They hated on me now they want a feature
Get off my phone and stop biting dick
Type of shit?
First it was different and now everyone of em like the shit
"Hey Don let me get feature!"
Niggas got opinions but that shit is getting old
I'm on my way up and I can see you gettin drove
It might be this way until A nigga getting old
F*ck you mean boy that shit is set in stone
Aye, look
Emptied out the bank for every dream that I was sold (Aye)
Maxed out my account I sell it back to the hoes
Like my women real pretty nails match-in her toes
(Aye)
(Bitch you know the vibes)
Aye, Look
I need a muscle relaxer
A blessing and prayer from my pastor
Ballin so hard I should play for the Raptors
Hang a nigga jersey up in the rafters
Baked like Anita I'm caught in the rapture
Nigga'll slap ya you keep with the chatter
Don't do construction but keep me a ladder
I don't go backwards my bitches just keep gettin badder
We out on an island like Revis
Shawty got head like Bevis
My old hoes ain't ever gon leave they all hit my line if they need me
Cause I keep it g
Ask where she got it, she got it from me
Ain't tryna compete
That's how niggaz die in the streets I gotta get me
I need me ten thousand a week
Banks
Niggas got opinions but that shit is getting old
I'm on my way up and I can see you gettin drove
It might be this way until A nigga getting old
F*ck you mean boy that shit is set in stone
Aye, look
Emptied out the bank for every dream that I was sold (Aye)
Maxed out my account I sell it back to the hoes
Like my women real pretty nails match-in her toes
(Aye)
(Bitch you know the vibes)
Aye, Look
I'm on my way up and I can see you gettin drove
It might be this way until A nigga getting old
F*ck you mean boy that shit is set in stone
Aye, look
Emptied out the bank for every dream that I was sold (Aye)
Maxed out my account I sell it back to the hoes
Like my women real pretty nails match-in her toes
(Aye)
(Bitch you know the vibes)
Aye, Look
I be this way til I'm 96 give a f*ck you liking it
Boys ain't living the shit that they rap bout cause they too busy typing it
I was in tears bout some shit that happened to me now the money be wiping it
Plus I done had me some issues with love
Now it be hard just to like a bitch
So I just pick up the mic and shit
Get in the booth and start striking shit
They hated on me now they want a feature
Get off my phone and stop biting dick
Type of shit?
First it was different and now everyone of em like the shit
"Hey Don let me get feature!"
Niggas got opinions but that shit is getting old
I'm on my way up and I can see you gettin drove
It might be this way until A nigga getting old
F*ck you mean boy that shit is set in stone
Aye, look
Emptied out the bank for every dream that I was sold (Aye)
Maxed out my account I sell it back to the hoes
Like my women real pretty nails match-in her toes
(Aye)
(Bitch you know the vibes)
Aye, Look
I need a muscle relaxer
A blessing and prayer from my pastor
Ballin so hard I should play for the Raptors
Hang a nigga jersey up in the rafters
Baked like Anita I'm caught in the rapture
Nigga'll slap ya you keep with the chatter
Don't do construction but keep me a ladder
I don't go backwards my bitches just keep gettin badder
We out on an island like Revis
Shawty got head like Bevis
My old hoes ain't ever gon leave they all hit my line if they need me
Cause I keep it g
Ask where she got it, she got it from me
Ain't tryna compete
That's how niggaz die in the streets I gotta get me
I need me ten thousand a week
Banks
Niggas got opinions but that shit is getting old
I'm on my way up and I can see you gettin drove
It might be this way until A nigga getting old
F*ck you mean boy that shit is set in stone
Aye, look
Emptied out the bank for every dream that I was sold (Aye)
Maxed out my account I sell it back to the hoes
Like my women real pretty nails match-in her toes
(Aye)
(Bitch you know the vibes)
Aye, Look
Writer: Ratron Walker
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid