Love Sosa Freestyle lyrics

Yeah n*gga

Trapfornia

Im back to my old ways
Its Young Sam
Let's Gooooooooo



In a new benz presidential tint i think that im OBAMA
Brokes hoes get out the way im only after commas
And Mo comma's and Mo comma's and more dollars im hungry
These raps n*gga's don't want beef i eat em up like i got the munchies
Never thirsty for no b*tch laugh cuhz you f*cking with my old b*tch
Think you f*cking with my new b*tch yo sh*t gotta be exclusive
My whole team gotta be on
My whole team gotta smoke strong
My whole team money gotta be long
Or see the crossroads like bone flocking in yo home
Some n*gga's do drive by's
Or walk ups it don't matter
n*gga's starving for that paper
Tryna get our pockets fatter


Imam rude boy imam problem child behind the scenes ya don't know me
No i am not chief keef but i still think that i am kobe
And lebron james and kevin durant im balling you just warm the bench
My passport got stamped hella times im f*cking hoes who speak french
Was a young n*gga with no clothes
Used to borrow my brother swag
Back then didn't have sh*t
Now that slow money coming so fast

Flying first class
Thank god
Ghetto n*gga
Bad report card

Used to f*ck hoesss by the bleachers
Now im charging people for features

In another world my brain gone
Tryna maintain a steady income
Everybody wanna copy n*gga's swag damn
And you still trynaaa get some


If i ain't smoking weed im on the way to get it
If i ain't getting money whats the point of living
Them n*gga's say they balling i don't see them dribbling
All i want is money you could have these b*tches
If i ain't smoking weed im on the way to get it
If i ain't getting money whats the point of living
Them n*gga's say they balling i don't see them dribbling
All i want is money you could have these b*tches

All i want is 100's all i want is 50's
f*cking with my money you goon meet my semi
Shout-out to my city #TRAPfornia reaping
Goons by the 110 intersection
Crazy 4 this ink i told her wipe me down
She didn't like me back then but she like me now
This what i told the b*tch
If it ain't making money
It ain't making sense
Young n*gga out here tryna pay the rent
And stack bread on major sh*t
Is you with it
She with it
Turn around lemme hit it
Rubber bands on my bankrolls and don't you forget it
Not c*cky or stocky nor am i rocky
So i keep 9 on my side just incase you try to pop me

If i ain't smoking weed im on the way to get it
If i ain't getting money whats the point of living
Them n*gga's say they balling i don't see them dribbling
All i want is money you could have these b*tches
If i ain't smoking weed im on the way to get it
If i ain't getting money whats the point of living
Them n*gga's say they balling i don't see them dribbling
All i want is money you could have these b*tches