When I'm alone in the trap, I think over the stove
I can picture me rich, remember when I was broke
All my daddy ever needed was a Pyrex and fork
He turned that dope into money 'cause he was tired of being broke
There I was, thinking 'bout the shit I did
When I was down bad broke and couldn’t afford me a fit
Got some young niggas chewing on them bricks full of gold
Getting tired of the south, I need a spot on the north
Them backwoods full of loud, keep my mind on the track
You can'’t find another nigga, girl you know in the best
Tired of fuckin' with these hoes 'cause they trifling as shit
I'm a thug, I need love, let me find me a bitch
Girl it feels so good to be in love like this
All I needed was a fork to make a wonderful dish
Man I try so hard, but I just can't stop
Getting money, now I gotta get a whole new spot
Its ten five but fuck niggas they pay seventeen five
The conversation ain't 'bout money, fuck what you talkin' 'bout
I done did it all, now I'm on my way to the top
When I get rich, gotta go and get my dogs off the block
I ain't after the fame, bitch I'm after them bands
Can't wait 'til I can fit a whole hundred grand in my pants
Locked up, all a nigga bought was cookies and soup
He ain't really in the streets, he ain't making no moves
It don’t stop fuck nigga and it just don't quit
Jit don't size me like a pussy, I'll take your shit
Can't trust no nigga, can't love no bitch
If I want it I'ma buy it, I ain't asking for shit
Gotta find me a girl out here just like me
Who love getting money, running up checks like me
Pretty girls like to run, but they just can't hide
I'm so in love with the money, girl I just can't lie
I need more
Damn (damn), damn, damn damn
I need more
Ain’t got no love for no bitch, ain’t got no love for no ho
I need more
Sometimes I get in my feelings, I be thinking 'bout dope
I be all in the kitchen, standing over the stove
I got my bible on the side, tryna read me a scripture
I got some automatic pistols for these ho ass niggas
I’m on the road running baby, tryna get to that cake
I be running like a foreign, bitch I'm out on a race
I got niggas on the road tryna get to that cake
I got some niggas up the road put a pistol in your face
You acting hard but you know that you ain't 'bout that shit
I got some niggas in the streets tryna get out that shit
Used to post up in them bricks, plotting hard on a lick
We'll tie your mama up if you play with them bricks
It ain't no love in these streets, we ain't got nothing but slugs
You got fed with a silver spoon, we got this shit out the mud
Ain't no love in these streets, we ain't got no heart
You better play your role, you better play your part
I’m Giuseppe steppin', pockets on pressure, drugs anorexic
Stack the tall racks and bitch I don't wrestle, jit I'ma stretcher
Buddy running to the corner for some drugs in the D
She cut that nigga off and brought that pussy ho to a G
I need more
Damn (damn), damn, damn damn
I need more
Ain’t got no love for no bitch, ain’t got no love for no ho
I need more
Niggas claim they in the streets but be switchin' the code
I need more
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