I Be Over sh*t Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro]
I deserve all this sh*t
I deserve all this sh*t
I be over all this sh*t
I be over sh*t, I be— I be over sh*t
I be over sh*t, I be— I be—
Yeah

[Chorus]
I be over all this sh*t, I be over all this sh*t
Young n*gga tryna get rich (Rich), paid in full just like Mitch (Like Mitch)
I deserve all this sh*t, I deserve all this sh*t
I be over all this sh*t, I don't even call my b*tch
I be over all this sh*t, I be over all this sh*t (Uh)
Young n*gga tryna get rich (Yeah), paid in full just like Mitch (Uh)
I deserve all this sh*t (Yeah), I deserve all this sh*t (Yeah)
I be over all this sh*t, I don't even call my b*tch

[Verse 1]
They be talking all this balling sh*t (Yeah)
Tell them n*ggas call it quits (Yeah)
I be over all that sh*t (That sh*t)
If you ain't put your team on, you ain't rich (That's cap)
I designed all my fits (My fits)
Louis V all on my prints (My prints)
Stop talking what you did past tense (Past tense)
If you talking money then it makes sense (Make sense)
I'm a mack to a ho, ain't a simp (Ain't a simp)
I'm a player, I ain't walking with a limp (Yeah)
I'm eatin' fish, grilled rice with the shrimp (With the shrimp)
Scarface with his mind on a blimp (Uh)
Ask your girl, she'll tell you I'm him (I'm him)
My new girl nothing less than a ten (A ten)
Got the money and I'm still tryna win (Tryna win)
Got the money and I still get it in (Get it in)
You know a n*gga always been humble (Humble)
But lately, baby, I've been feeling c*cky (c*cky)
You can do what you want when you poppin' (I'm poppin')
Getting to the money A$AP Rocky (Yeah)
These n*ggas know how I'm coming (How I'm comin')
Motivate the youth, I ain't stunting (I ain't stuntin')
These hoes how I'm coming (How I'm comin')
Ten toes down how I run it (Uh)
[Chorus]
I be over all this sh*t (Yeah), I be over all this sh*t
Young n*gga tryna get rich, paid in full just like Mitch
I deserve all this sh*t, I deserve all this sh*t
I be over all this sh*t, I don't even call my b*tch
I be over all this sh*t, I be over all this sh*t (Uh)
Young n*gga tryna get rich (Yeah), paid in full just like Mitch (Uh)
I deserve all this sh*t (Yeah), I deserve all this sh*t (Yeah)
I be over all this sh*t (Yeah), I don't even call my b*tch (Uh)

[Verse 2]
These n*ggas ain't talking 'bout sh*t (Nah)
I don't even drive my whip (Uh)
I don't even call my b*tch (Uh)
She told me f*ck these n*ggas, I'm it (Yeah)
I told her, "f*ck these n*ggas, I'm him" (Uh)
Winning so much might as well sim
Told my son that I should put it on film (Film)
LA all on my brim
LA all on my fitted
At night I thank God I did it
Brand new car, can't kit it
Got me feeling like Nas, it was written
Please don't make me get rid of these n*ggas
I don't wanna have to show them they ending
Fake ass tough n*gga, put it on the bluff n*gga
Tryna turn me over, I'm chillin'
I'm posted on the block and I'm dealing
I'm getting to the money, no feelings
Lost focus, now my mind on a million (Yeah)
All this rap sh*t I'm about to make a killing (Uh)
Young boss, yeah, sign it and seal it
I remember I was starin' at the ceilin'
They didn't have my back, I was still winnin'
Stayed at it, now a n*gga about to get it