[Intro]
Ay, haters be real
Sometimes you don't need nothing else
Know what I mean?
Ingleworld 2, b*tch
[Verse 1]
I hear they talking but I'm wondering what they saying though
Money's still a major issue, f*ck you playing for?
I'm in the game but clear to see that I ain't playing, ho
I'm right here with it 'til I get everything I came for
All I want is respect, power and dollars
Screaming "f*ck you" to police, same quote for Your Honor
Ain't no question marks or commas
I come up around piranhas, bears, tigers and lions
Back when I circled the clients
You know how we do, n*gga, shoot .223s through n*ggas
Dressed like a GQ n*gga but keep it G too, n*gga
I'm in designer sh*t, won't catch me in no cheap suit, n*gga
Let's see you wake up from this (?)
Because you's a see-through, n*gga
Now, if you you're scared, little buddy, go to church
They same for all my gangster n*ggas that be having work
f*ck with me right, you get paper
f*ck with me wrong, you get murked
Put me anywhere on God’s green Earth
And bet I triple my worth, my n*gga
[Hook]
I woke up this morning with the world on my mind
I don't ask much of it, 'cept not to play around with mine
I work too hard not to give it to me honest
And I ain't stopping nothing 'til I got it
That's my motherf*cking promise
That's my motherf*cking promise
I said I work too hard, not losing ain't an option
I'm a ball on, baby, people watching
That's my motherf*cking promise
[Verse 2]
Right, I just turned 25 years old
And now my bank account got six zeros
Woo, n*gga, comma, comma, exclamation
That's that dollar sign communication
Long shot but I'll make it, slanging raps to my pages
Backside, she Vegas, she look good but look greater naked
Hold up, b*tches all up in my business
D-d-damn, and they feel this
Top back off the VCH, how I'm living, there ain't no limit
I be S-K-E-M-E, hot boy not in that CMB
Pull up, '63 AMG, still screaming "SGODB"
See, this right here, we trill as hell
And all these n*ggas with me trill as well
And I got n*ggas hating, b*tches waiting
On me to come put in their mouth like Akinyele
And I can tell that n*ggas ain't hot, for real
Never popped for real, well, they might just fail
Now, without a deal my dollars stack, my pockets fat
And they got them is (?), woo, b*tch, I'm hearing sh*t
Check (?) work off membership
I'm on the trillest sh*t, I'm stingy, b*tch
But you f*cked with me, and I'm a lend a clip
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I ain't talk much cause n*ggas always yip and yap
Acting how they b*tches act
See, I don't understand it like some chicken scratch
But I'm bool on these n*ggas, I be bicking back
And I'm in Saint Laurent, on the (?), .45, clip attached
Where your n*ggas at?
And I love the bitty, man, I love the bitty
Since she gave me game, b*tch, I just give it back
[Outro]
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