Money
Taking chances, finally done made that look
Now we finally getting paper
Oh God, thank you, let me thank you
I don't put, I try to save you
Keep it paper, I don't need no paper
Always smooth, I'ma keep it clear
Don't need no favors, why
Cos I'm the man with the plan
Got some grams, don't need fans, only fam
We tryna save a person, why
I'm tryna save the land
I'm tryna build a brand
Put it on for my fans
Goddamn, we f*ck hella bitches
We get hella litty
You a f*cker snitch, you ain't with this shit
She a good girl when she saw that dick
I'm talking mm-mm, she love that spit
Yeah, she crazy, she know I do my thing
Switching lanes, lanes, ride with Cobain
If you in the ten, baby, you can't be the man
If you aint a ten, baby, you can't be the man
If you aint a ten, baby, you can't be the man
I'm sorry, baby
You ain't going legit, you ain't stacking chips
You ain't doing shit, you ain't moving shit
Riding in that thing, riding with that range
Riding in that thing, smoking propane
Mm-mm-mm, smoking propane
I'm a young nigga, but I do my thing
I'm a young nigga, but I do my thing, yeah
I'm a young nigga, but I do my thing
I'm a young nigga, but I do my thing
I'm a young nigga, but I do my thing
I'm a young nigga, but I do my thing
I'm a young nigga, but I do my thing