2000 lyrics

[Intro]
(Wake up, F1LTHY)

[Verse]
I was born in 2000, n*gga
Came from public housing, n*gga
Racks on racks, I got the money pilin', n*gga
Know you gon' rat, you ain't gon' keep it solid, n*gga
Throw rocks out his hand, he gon' go tweet about it, n*gga
Racks on racks, yeah, I got the money pilin', n*gga
I knew 'bout Miley before I seen Cyrus, n*gga
Oh, you on protein? I'm on a lean diet, n*gga
Can't tell me 'bout these drugs if you ain't try it, n*gga
Can't complain 'bout that weed if you ain't buy it, n*gga
Players only live once, I'm rockin' Polo
YVL, Young Vamp Life, I got a vamp' ho
Told that b*tch I'm from 2000, she said she from '94
Yeah, yeah, I'm a young n*gga, but my pockets old
Never lifted weights in my life, but my pockets swole
Oh, you want a fade? Fade away, now your life gone
Shawty need a raise, I'ma tip her for the blowjob
Gеt the f*ck out my way, I'm on the way to a billion dollars
When I madе my first million, I instantly got a million problems
Oh, you in your feelings? Now, you hatin' on a n*gga, huh
Can't respond, can't go back and forth with no f*ckin' bum
Waste of time, I swear this sh*t don't do me nothin'
Met her online, I'm tryna see what she gon' do for somethin'
Compliment my chain, she told me, "Tell Alex Moss do me one"
Compliment her hair, I told her, "I had the same color"
Me and my b*tch on the same sh*t, we compliment each other
I'm with the squad, I'm with the gang, I'm in this b*tch with my brothers
I pop pills, don't do cocaine, I'm not a nose stuffer
pus*y n*gga talkin' sh*t, b*tch, you need a muzzle
I put that sh*t together, my outfit a puzzle
She got on the mink boots, I got on them butters
My team makin' plays, touchdown, we don't need to huddle
Can't layup after we f*ck, I don't wanna cuddle
n*ggas ain't havin' that much, my money stretch from Georgia to Cali
Model b*tch said she needed a tan, I sent that ho to Bali
Free Homixide Mali, they need to free all the real
How you let your partner D-I-E and you ain't spin for him?
Hollywood b*tch, yeah, she look like Kim
Ain't gotta say no names, so n*ggas don't f*ck with them
Told that ho you trippin', just be 5ive, I'ma come trim
He was turned up, then we turned him down, his light got dim