My doggy dog just copped some grills, he tryna put me on
I just internalized my will and dropped another song
Rollin' up that pack, it hit your chest like it was Jon Jones
Money, fame, and power, what you want? Well shit? I want it all
Tell that bitch don't hit my phone, lately I've been on the roll
Niggas tryna cop a crib and standardize my credit score
Back and forth from AC, to DC, like it was rock and roll
She think that I'm different from these niggas, hit it on the nose
Stayin' in my lane for real, these hoes know my name for real
Sold them on my pain for real, my heart stayed the same for real
My whole team been ballin, feel like 2016, Chino Hills
Yall was sleep and then my dog, went up by like a quarter mil
Vinyl's on my wall, I can't stop until I make it too
Bad bitch in my room, feed me food and plus she naked too
Nah, this ain't no breaking news, on the quest like tribe or sum
She keep stressin, talkin' bout a title, just come vibe or sum
I'm crashin' out like lethal weapon, know my bro be good at steppin
On that block like Clint Cappella, times got hard and shit got desperate
Flip some shit that probably cost a brick, spend that on the necklace
Locked inside my room, I'm tryna work, this ain't no detention
Tryna get my woadie in that mode, when you pick yourself
Sometimes this life should get too lonely
I got expectations, told my gang that I won't fold
Want so many whips that I might change my name to Toby, ayy, ayy
My doggy dog just copped some grills, he tryna put me on
I just internalized my will, dropped another song
Rollin' up that pack, it hit your chest like it was Jon Jones
Money, fame, and power, what you want
V9 - Jon Jones Lyrics
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My doggy dog just copped some grills, he tryna put me on
I just internalized my will and dropped another song
Rollin' up that pack, it hit your chest like it was Jon Jones
Money, fame, and power, what you want? Well shit? I want it all
Tell that bitch don't hit my phone, lately I've been on the roll
Niggas tryna cop a crib and standardize my credit score
Back and forth from AC, to DC, like it was rock and roll
She think that I'm different from these niggas, hit it on the nose
Stayin' in my lane for real, these hoes know my name for real
Sold them on my pain for real, my heart stayed the same for real
My whole team been ballin, feel like 2016, Chino Hills
Yall was sleep and then my dog, went up by like a quarter mil
Vinyl's on my wall, I can't stop until I make it too
Bad bitch in my room, feed me food and plus she naked too
Nah, this ain't no breaking news, on the quest like tribe or sum
She keep stressin, talkin' bout a title, just come vibe or sum
I'm crashin' out like lethal weapon, know my bro be good at steppin
On that block like Clint Cappella, times got hard and shit got desperate
Flip some shit that probably cost a brick, spend that on the necklace
Locked inside my room, I'm tryna work, this ain't no detention
Tryna get my woadie in that mode, when you pick yourself
Sometimes this life should get too lonely
I got expectations, told my gang that I won't fold
Want so many whips that I might change my name to Toby, ayy, ayy
My doggy dog just copped some grills, he tryna put me on
I just internalized my will, dropped another song
Rollin' up that pack, it hit your chest like it was Jon Jones
Money, fame, and power, what you want
I just internalized my will and dropped another song
Rollin' up that pack, it hit your chest like it was Jon Jones
Money, fame, and power, what you want? Well shit? I want it all
Tell that bitch don't hit my phone, lately I've been on the roll
Niggas tryna cop a crib and standardize my credit score
Back and forth from AC, to DC, like it was rock and roll
She think that I'm different from these niggas, hit it on the nose
Stayin' in my lane for real, these hoes know my name for real
Sold them on my pain for real, my heart stayed the same for real
My whole team been ballin, feel like 2016, Chino Hills
Yall was sleep and then my dog, went up by like a quarter mil
Vinyl's on my wall, I can't stop until I make it too
Bad bitch in my room, feed me food and plus she naked too
Nah, this ain't no breaking news, on the quest like tribe or sum
She keep stressin, talkin' bout a title, just come vibe or sum
I'm crashin' out like lethal weapon, know my bro be good at steppin
On that block like Clint Cappella, times got hard and shit got desperate
Flip some shit that probably cost a brick, spend that on the necklace
Locked inside my room, I'm tryna work, this ain't no detention
Tryna get my woadie in that mode, when you pick yourself
Sometimes this life should get too lonely
I got expectations, told my gang that I won't fold
Want so many whips that I might change my name to Toby, ayy, ayy
My doggy dog just copped some grills, he tryna put me on
I just internalized my will, dropped another song
Rollin' up that pack, it hit your chest like it was Jon Jones
Money, fame, and power, what you want
Writer: Samar Pettiway
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