Hook:
I got n*ggas waiting on my down fall
Im only 5'9 and i stood tall
Ima wr on a paper route
n*ggas beefing over clout
Yall could have that
Cuz Im running to this money
Like a runnerback
Aye
I want the bag for real aye
I get the racks for real aye
I want the bag for real
I get the racks for real
I want the bag for real
I get the racks for real
I want the bag for real aye
Verse 1:
I got n*ggas waiting on my down fall
Im only 5'9 and i stood tall
Ain't no faking i always keep it real
All my n*ggas in the field
All my n*ggas down to kill
Aye
I want the dough
I want the dough
I want the dooough
You should've known
You should've known
You dont chase no hooooe
You can tell i came from nothing
Look at the b*tches I'm hittin
Look how much money im gettin
Yeah
She didn't wanna f*ck me
So i f*ck her friend
Shes not a stripper
But shes stripping for my n*gga Benjamin
I wanna live life like a movie star
I wanna get turnt like a rock star
Aye
Im the road runner
And you the coyote
You can't kill me
You can't catch me
Cuz I'm never gone stop
Till i hit a f*ckin mill
So i want the bag for real
n*gga you can't tell me sh*t
Cuz everyday I'm lit aye
Hook:
Verse 2:
I be taking a lot of L's lately
For falling for theses hoes that say they love me
Ain't gone lie they played me like a f*cking dummy
Like flacko said theses hoes gone be the death of me
n*ggas dont like me like im Donald trump
n*gga if you feeling froggy than jump
You know you ain't with the sh*ts so stop frontin
Cuz you know who shot you but you ain't doing nun
Aye
f*ck the b*tches that dont like me
Yall dont really f*cking phase me
Cuz yall name ain't f*cking benji
I ain't gone let yall close the curtains
Till all my n*ggas eatin good
Never made a play till im certain
But Its fourth down
So you know a n*gga won't fumble
Aye
No wwe
But my n*ggas ready to rumble
b*tch why you gotta lie to me
Talking about you love me
But f*ck it im on to the next
Funna have yo girls drop that neck
For a check
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