I got a duffle bag, I got the money yeah
I'm counting profits now, I'm go stack yeah
I'm go get the jag, I'm pull up in that
Why my wrist so cold, I don't even know
I'm gone hit the road, I ain't doing shows
I ain't your average bro, I'm a different joe
F*ck a prison cell, I'm free my bro
Started with nothing I made it to something these niggas be hating I'm just being honest
Got me a bag now I'm back on my f*ck shit you wish you could be me yeah I'm stackin hunnids
Bag touched I just got a new neck piece
First class cause a nigga want flex cheese
Ice cold frozen drip on my timepiece
Ducked off call me Waldo come find me (baby come find me)
Ay cause I always stay out the way
Moving in silence my life be so private you say need guidance I paved the way
I got bro's that's gone slide
With tech nines and them .45's
You say yo homies gone ride
But they started duckin when we tried to slide
Don't be actin like you with it
My niggas gon aim for yo fitted
Don't think you won't get it
F*ck shootin we gone start swingin'
I'm using precision wit everything that I'm hittin
I got a duffle bag, I got the money yeah
I'm counting profits now, I'm go stack yeah
I'm go get the jag, I'm pull up in that
Why my wrist so cold, I don't even know
I'm gone hit the road, I ain't doing shows
I ain't your average bro, I'm a different joe
Got a bad bitch from Daygo
She gone do what I say so
She gone run the town while I lay low
She gonna pull up in that range rover
She gone hold it down if I'm doing bad
If the opps play it nigga run it back
That's a hundred bands in this duffle-bag
No wrong moves, don't touch that
Got shooters with me & they on go
Balenciagas match my flow
On the West Side with my woes
We was trapping out the bando
Got 50 G's star spangled
Bitch I'm locked in like Kurt Angle
We had no moves but I was grateful
My Eliantte bright like a candle
Now I'm shining, copped a foreign, bitch I'm going hard
The sky ain't the limit for me I'm touch the stars
I got a duffle bag, I got the money yeah
I'm counting profits now, I'm go stack yeah
I'm go get the jag, I'm pull up in that
Why my wrist so cold, I don't even know
I'm gone hit the road, I ain't doing shows
I ain't your average bro, I'm a different joe
F*ck a prison cell, I'm free my bro
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I got a duffle bag, I got the money yeah
I'm counting profits now, I'm go stack yeah
I'm go get the jag, I'm pull up in that
Why my wrist so cold, I don't even know
I'm gone hit the road, I ain't doing shows
I ain't your average bro, I'm a different joe
F*ck a prison cell, I'm free my bro
Started with nothing I made it to something these niggas be hating I'm just being honest
Got me a bag now I'm back on my f*ck shit you wish you could be me yeah I'm stackin hunnids
Bag touched I just got a new neck piece
First class cause a nigga want flex cheese
Ice cold frozen drip on my timepiece
Ducked off call me Waldo come find me (baby come find me)
Ay cause I always stay out the way
Moving in silence my life be so private you say need guidance I paved the way
I got bro's that's gone slide
With tech nines and them .45's
You say yo homies gone ride
But they started duckin when we tried to slide
Don't be actin like you with it
My niggas gon aim for yo fitted
Don't think you won't get it
F*ck shootin we gone start swingin'
I'm using precision wit everything that I'm hittin
I got a duffle bag, I got the money yeah
I'm counting profits now, I'm go stack yeah
I'm go get the jag, I'm pull up in that
Why my wrist so cold, I don't even know
I'm gone hit the road, I ain't doing shows
I ain't your average bro, I'm a different joe
Got a bad bitch from Daygo
She gone do what I say so
She gone run the town while I lay low
She gonna pull up in that range rover
She gone hold it down if I'm doing bad
If the opps play it nigga run it back
That's a hundred bands in this duffle-bag
No wrong moves, don't touch that
Got shooters with me & they on go
Balenciagas match my flow
On the West Side with my woes
We was trapping out the bando
Got 50 G's star spangled
Bitch I'm locked in like Kurt Angle
We had no moves but I was grateful
My Eliantte bright like a candle
Now I'm shining, copped a foreign, bitch I'm going hard
The sky ain't the limit for me I'm touch the stars
I got a duffle bag, I got the money yeah
I'm counting profits now, I'm go stack yeah
I'm go get the jag, I'm pull up in that
Why my wrist so cold, I don't even know
I'm gone hit the road, I ain't doing shows
I ain't your average bro, I'm a different joe
F*ck a prison cell, I'm free my bro
I'm counting profits now, I'm go stack yeah
I'm go get the jag, I'm pull up in that
Why my wrist so cold, I don't even know
I'm gone hit the road, I ain't doing shows
I ain't your average bro, I'm a different joe
F*ck a prison cell, I'm free my bro
Started with nothing I made it to something these niggas be hating I'm just being honest
Got me a bag now I'm back on my f*ck shit you wish you could be me yeah I'm stackin hunnids
Bag touched I just got a new neck piece
First class cause a nigga want flex cheese
Ice cold frozen drip on my timepiece
Ducked off call me Waldo come find me (baby come find me)
Ay cause I always stay out the way
Moving in silence my life be so private you say need guidance I paved the way
I got bro's that's gone slide
With tech nines and them .45's
You say yo homies gone ride
But they started duckin when we tried to slide
Don't be actin like you with it
My niggas gon aim for yo fitted
Don't think you won't get it
F*ck shootin we gone start swingin'
I'm using precision wit everything that I'm hittin
I got a duffle bag, I got the money yeah
I'm counting profits now, I'm go stack yeah
I'm go get the jag, I'm pull up in that
Why my wrist so cold, I don't even know
I'm gone hit the road, I ain't doing shows
I ain't your average bro, I'm a different joe
Got a bad bitch from Daygo
She gone do what I say so
She gone run the town while I lay low
She gonna pull up in that range rover
She gone hold it down if I'm doing bad
If the opps play it nigga run it back
That's a hundred bands in this duffle-bag
No wrong moves, don't touch that
Got shooters with me & they on go
Balenciagas match my flow
On the West Side with my woes
We was trapping out the bando
Got 50 G's star spangled
Bitch I'm locked in like Kurt Angle
We had no moves but I was grateful
My Eliantte bright like a candle
Now I'm shining, copped a foreign, bitch I'm going hard
The sky ain't the limit for me I'm touch the stars
I got a duffle bag, I got the money yeah
I'm counting profits now, I'm go stack yeah
I'm go get the jag, I'm pull up in that
Why my wrist so cold, I don't even know
I'm gone hit the road, I ain't doing shows
I ain't your average bro, I'm a different joe
F*ck a prison cell, I'm free my bro
Writer: Adnan Warfa, Kam Baamberg, Khaalid Bamberg, Mohamed Mohamed
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Ad
Language: English
Length: 2:50
Written by: Adnan Warfa, Kam Baamberg, Khaalid Bamberg, Mohamed Mohamed