Look
Feeling like I was just born to ball
Getting money that's the Protocol
Tissue paper, yeah I know you soft
You ain't f*cking wit' the flow at all
Bitch I been a G
Straight to walking
I ain't never learn to crawl
Ever since then I been walkin' wit' my shoulders tall
Everything about you weak I'm shitting on you, overall
Work harder than you with less effort in my Carhartt overalls
No basic shit
I do what you wish you can
I ain't even normal dawg
But f*ck it
You ain't f*cking wit' my pen
When I get this money I'ma sin
I can never lose I'm 'bout to win
I'm about to change the world before my life end
I only got family, I never had friends
Watch how I'ma take it over this just the beginning
Look
I do what you wish you do
2-door wit' a missing roof
Shit I drive what you wish you drive
German engineering and the steering wheel, done switched the side
Shit I live where you wish to live
Millions bitch
I own apartments and multiple businesses
Bitch I been the shit
And I'm just a kid
With grown man money
And I swear no bitch deserves a dick this rich
Lyrical exercise
Lemme work out
You pussies do all bullshit for the clout
When you hear 'bout my bread
Please do not come 'round
I used to cop it, flip it, break it down
Thousands of cartridges and hella pounds
But I'm just focused on making these sounds
Just watch how I beat this game into the ground
We don't work for money
Money work for us
I don't want the fame
I only want the funds
We been doing this
But crazy shit is
This just paying off and this shit just begun
Maybe one day
You'll hear my name
And inside yo head a bell may have rung
This shit just shoot out my mouth like a gun
You work all day for the man, earn a crumb
I work for myself and reel in a ton
Laps on you pussies, marathons I run
And that's word to Nipsey
Word to Wu-Tang
I'm boutta get this big cream
Isolate myself just to get the victory
Be where the bosses at not where the licks be
In love with the money that bitch gimme hickeys
Cake in this world and I need me a big piece
Never gave a shit or a flying f*ck
I'll lie if you want but I'm the type you can trust
Word to Nickitina
Stay low, get green bruh
Bad bitches stay lickin' on my urethra
Make themselves mad cause they expect me to give cheese up
But hell nah bitch, you ain't nothin' but a geezer
Bars ice cold, I just took 'em out the freezer
Bitches shaking everything for money like a seizure
Worried 'bout yo followers you needa get yo dollars up
Yeah, you made a hit but how the f*ck you gonna follow up
You a piece of shit
Man yo motha shoulda swallowed ya
Your work ethic is trash
I can tell by what yo father does
If you wanna win then f*ck it you should prolly follow us
Ain't nobody doing it like me so I'm the starter bruh
I'm a young Weezy so I'm feeling like the Carter's son
Pussy educate yourself on how to get yo guala up
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Look
Feeling like I was just born to ball
Getting money that's the Protocol
Tissue paper, yeah I know you soft
You ain't f*cking wit' the flow at all
Bitch I been a G
Straight to walking
I ain't never learn to crawl
Ever since then I been walkin' wit' my shoulders tall
Everything about you weak I'm shitting on you, overall
Work harder than you with less effort in my Carhartt overalls
No basic shit
I do what you wish you can
I ain't even normal dawg
But f*ck it
You ain't f*cking wit' my pen
When I get this money I'ma sin
I can never lose I'm 'bout to win
I'm about to change the world before my life end
I only got family, I never had friends
Watch how I'ma take it over this just the beginning
Look
I do what you wish you do
2-door wit' a missing roof
Shit I drive what you wish you drive
German engineering and the steering wheel, done switched the side
Shit I live where you wish to live
Millions bitch
I own apartments and multiple businesses
Bitch I been the shit
And I'm just a kid
With grown man money
And I swear no bitch deserves a dick this rich
Lyrical exercise
Lemme work out
You pussies do all bullshit for the clout
When you hear 'bout my bread
Please do not come 'round
I used to cop it, flip it, break it down
Thousands of cartridges and hella pounds
But I'm just focused on making these sounds
Just watch how I beat this game into the ground
We don't work for money
Money work for us
I don't want the fame
I only want the funds
We been doing this
But crazy shit is
This just paying off and this shit just begun
Maybe one day
You'll hear my name
And inside yo head a bell may have rung
This shit just shoot out my mouth like a gun
You work all day for the man, earn a crumb
I work for myself and reel in a ton
Laps on you pussies, marathons I run
And that's word to Nipsey
Word to Wu-Tang
I'm boutta get this big cream
Isolate myself just to get the victory
Be where the bosses at not where the licks be
In love with the money that bitch gimme hickeys
Cake in this world and I need me a big piece
Never gave a shit or a flying f*ck
I'll lie if you want but I'm the type you can trust
Word to Nickitina
Stay low, get green bruh
Bad bitches stay lickin' on my urethra
Make themselves mad cause they expect me to give cheese up
But hell nah bitch, you ain't nothin' but a geezer
Bars ice cold, I just took 'em out the freezer
Bitches shaking everything for money like a seizure
Worried 'bout yo followers you needa get yo dollars up
Yeah, you made a hit but how the f*ck you gonna follow up
You a piece of shit
Man yo motha shoulda swallowed ya
Your work ethic is trash
I can tell by what yo father does
If you wanna win then f*ck it you should prolly follow us
Ain't nobody doing it like me so I'm the starter bruh
I'm a young Weezy so I'm feeling like the Carter's son
Pussy educate yourself on how to get yo guala up
Feeling like I was just born to ball
Getting money that's the Protocol
Tissue paper, yeah I know you soft
You ain't f*cking wit' the flow at all
Bitch I been a G
Straight to walking
I ain't never learn to crawl
Ever since then I been walkin' wit' my shoulders tall
Everything about you weak I'm shitting on you, overall
Work harder than you with less effort in my Carhartt overalls
No basic shit
I do what you wish you can
I ain't even normal dawg
But f*ck it
You ain't f*cking wit' my pen
When I get this money I'ma sin
I can never lose I'm 'bout to win
I'm about to change the world before my life end
I only got family, I never had friends
Watch how I'ma take it over this just the beginning
Look
I do what you wish you do
2-door wit' a missing roof
Shit I drive what you wish you drive
German engineering and the steering wheel, done switched the side
Shit I live where you wish to live
Millions bitch
I own apartments and multiple businesses
Bitch I been the shit
And I'm just a kid
With grown man money
And I swear no bitch deserves a dick this rich
Lyrical exercise
Lemme work out
You pussies do all bullshit for the clout
When you hear 'bout my bread
Please do not come 'round
I used to cop it, flip it, break it down
Thousands of cartridges and hella pounds
But I'm just focused on making these sounds
Just watch how I beat this game into the ground
We don't work for money
Money work for us
I don't want the fame
I only want the funds
We been doing this
But crazy shit is
This just paying off and this shit just begun
Maybe one day
You'll hear my name
And inside yo head a bell may have rung
This shit just shoot out my mouth like a gun
You work all day for the man, earn a crumb
I work for myself and reel in a ton
Laps on you pussies, marathons I run
And that's word to Nipsey
Word to Wu-Tang
I'm boutta get this big cream
Isolate myself just to get the victory
Be where the bosses at not where the licks be
In love with the money that bitch gimme hickeys
Cake in this world and I need me a big piece
Never gave a shit or a flying f*ck
I'll lie if you want but I'm the type you can trust
Word to Nickitina
Stay low, get green bruh
Bad bitches stay lickin' on my urethra
Make themselves mad cause they expect me to give cheese up
But hell nah bitch, you ain't nothin' but a geezer
Bars ice cold, I just took 'em out the freezer
Bitches shaking everything for money like a seizure
Worried 'bout yo followers you needa get yo dollars up
Yeah, you made a hit but how the f*ck you gonna follow up
You a piece of shit
Man yo motha shoulda swallowed ya
Your work ethic is trash
I can tell by what yo father does
If you wanna win then f*ck it you should prolly follow us
Ain't nobody doing it like me so I'm the starter bruh
I'm a young Weezy so I'm feeling like the Carter's son
Pussy educate yourself on how to get yo guala up
Writer: Armel Barajas
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