(Aztro in the cut)
Wake up, pour a cup, I'm tryna fuck her off the lean
Hundred thousand, it just ain't enough, ain't enough
I see in your heart that your the one that's made for me
And a nigga know not to play with us, we send him up
Foreign whips, exotic shit, we spin out everything
Ran it up, now I can buy the bitch
Went to Jonny Dang, spent fifty thousand, put it on my partner wrist
Spent that on permanent diamonds, so they listen when I talk my shit
Shit feel like perfect timing, no I ain't lying, mama, I'm really rich
Ain't know when I had nothing, how they telling me that I'm Heaven-sent
Spent a hundred-fifty housand in a week, ran back up every cent
Since day one, know I always kept it G, they know I been real since
In traffic sitting behind real tints, it get dark as fuck behind three percent
Been wondering where all my killers went, been wondering where all my niggas went
Been wondering where all my niggas been, been wondering what all my brothers doing
Been praying that I ain't gotta kill one of my dogs 'cause I don't wanna do it
Seen Bhlacky was fighting, now I made my big brother come do it
Ten thousand dollars for the night, that didn't even include the shoot
All these Cuban racks legit, we don't do no recruit
All these Cuban racks in Vegas, we don't do no recruit
We way deep in the water like the Navy, more sticks than Al-Qaeda
If she tell me that she don't wanna fuck, then I won't even try it
I ran it up, they know I got them bucks, I told you I could buy it
It stay with me, gotta keep my pistol tucked, hang your ass out like a dryer
Split a half an Adderall with Bhlacky, we rolling like a tire
And I keep throwin' these Percocets back to back, told bae I don't get tired
Since day one, always told you the truth, I fucking hate a liar
Hold it in, then release my pain in the booth, but it's a different flier
I know it's a different life, I know it's a long way
And I'll probably never find a wife, these bitches never come to stay
Dealing with problems in my life, forget it all when I look in your face
I been wanna give you my all, but something just tell me stay away
I don't like to answer calls, answer my problems with switches and Dracs
I got so much talent, I just hope I don't let it go to waste
??? trip you up with this choppa, lay flat down on your face
No sorry, save that shit for your mama, that's if you survive today
We clap shit and ride away, all the opps just a few miles away
But them niggas never come outside to play, "Damn, you ain't gon' slide today?"
"Your partner dead, you ain't gon' ride today?" Better ride my diamonds like rollerblades
Binary trigger on the Drac', when I hit that bitch, I'll knock out my shoulder blade
"What your business? How you get money?" I ain't trippin', bitch I'll show you the blade
You can never hit my phone again, these hoes don't want me sane
I'm in a Redeye, riding down rodeo, this money keep me sane
A hundred thousand, that ain't nothing, I stuffed that in the safe
I just can't stop spending these hundreds, my mind in a rage
I knew I had to get up, go get it, couldn't do no minimum wage
And I get six figures for an album, bitch, I'm fucking paid
And if you catch me with your bitch, you know that ho getting slayed
Mad rich, I was way happier back in the day (Happy)
I take cash, go pull me fifty out the bank
I barely clean my own house, that's why I pay the maid
We catch him lackin' 'round with them switches, his ass getting fish filleted
Wake up, pour a cup, I'm tryna fuck her off the lean
Hundred thousand, it just ain't enough, ain't enough
I see in your heart that your the one that's made for me
And a nigga know not to play with us, we send him up
Foreign whips, exotic shit, we spin out everything
Ran it up, now I can buy the bitch
Went to Jonny Dang, spent fifty thousand, put it on my partner wrist
Spent that on permanent diamonds, so they listen when I talk my shit
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