Aint f*cking with you niggas you aint got enough
Aint f*cking with you niggas you aint got enough
Aint f*cking with you niggas you aint got enough
Tell that f*ck boy he gone have to step his bands up
Yeah these bitches talking shit for a long time but when i pull up on there ass drive by
Im killing shit collecting souls grim reaper if it aint about a bag its obsolete
Why you all up on my line looking thirsty bitch heres a glass of water hoe
Hope it quench yo shit
Its ghettokoolaiid prince of cali what you know about it
Im the best in the game aint no doubt about it
Im going to roll me a blunt elevate my mind like kendrick lamar bitch dont kill my vibe
Ill give cancer in the ear with my sick rhymes
If you trying to touch the prince that gets you 10 too life
Im on some cocky shit i thought you fag niggas knew
Im wearing chains and shit but im wearing more then two
I bought a range custom made yeah pink and blue
It makes no sense how these fags wanna hate on you
My ass phat and you mad about they way it moves
Your man staring got his attention like im trending news
Ask about the prince they say thats the king of braking rules got a temper
Like a bull so we wearing blue
Ask yo dude about last night when he rolled though
If he say he dont eat the cake he a lie to
Cause i set it on his face And made him pay it then he told me
I taste just like his grannys food
Aint f*cking with you niggas you aint got enough
Aint f*cking with you niggas you aint got enough
Aint f*cking with you niggas you aint got enough
Tell that f*ck boy he gone have to step his bands up
The money coming fast racetrack got you niggas looking mad
Lip smack giving out bags like a store clerk
Im running up tabs chrome browser you wanna get my number so you can holla at me Well your network better Look like my number baby
I aint f*cking with no basic or jobless nigga if you talk to me you better have at least six
Figures no gold digging bitch yeah i got my own still need a check
Before you jump my bones
Im hustle first get to the loving later need a billion jzay in a elevator
Independent destinys child yeah
I got my own dont depend on a man to give me what i want
Its all about the money if you think about it
So why f*ck with a nigga who aint really got it
Aint f*cking with you niggas you aint got enough
Tell that f*ck boy he gone have to step his bands up
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Aint f*cking with you niggas you aint got enough
Aint f*cking with you niggas you aint got enough
Aint f*cking with you niggas you aint got enough
Tell that f*ck boy he gone have to step his bands up
Yeah these bitches talking shit for a long time but when i pull up on there ass drive by
Im killing shit collecting souls grim reaper if it aint about a bag its obsolete
Why you all up on my line looking thirsty bitch heres a glass of water hoe
Hope it quench yo shit
Its ghettokoolaiid prince of cali what you know about it
Im the best in the game aint no doubt about it
Im going to roll me a blunt elevate my mind like kendrick lamar bitch dont kill my vibe
Ill give cancer in the ear with my sick rhymes
If you trying to touch the prince that gets you 10 too life
Im on some cocky shit i thought you fag niggas knew
Im wearing chains and shit but im wearing more then two
I bought a range custom made yeah pink and blue
It makes no sense how these fags wanna hate on you
My ass phat and you mad about they way it moves
Your man staring got his attention like im trending news
Ask about the prince they say thats the king of braking rules got a temper
Like a bull so we wearing blue
Ask yo dude about last night when he rolled though
If he say he dont eat the cake he a lie to
Cause i set it on his face And made him pay it then he told me
I taste just like his grannys food
Aint f*cking with you niggas you aint got enough
Aint f*cking with you niggas you aint got enough
Aint f*cking with you niggas you aint got enough
Tell that f*ck boy he gone have to step his bands up
The money coming fast racetrack got you niggas looking mad
Lip smack giving out bags like a store clerk
Im running up tabs chrome browser you wanna get my number so you can holla at me Well your network better Look like my number baby
I aint f*cking with no basic or jobless nigga if you talk to me you better have at least six
Figures no gold digging bitch yeah i got my own still need a check
Before you jump my bones
Im hustle first get to the loving later need a billion jzay in a elevator
Independent destinys child yeah
I got my own dont depend on a man to give me what i want
Its all about the money if you think about it
So why f*ck with a nigga who aint really got it
Aint f*cking with you niggas you aint got enough
Tell that f*ck boy he gone have to step his bands up
Aint f*cking with you niggas you aint got enough
Aint f*cking with you niggas you aint got enough
Tell that f*ck boy he gone have to step his bands up
Yeah these bitches talking shit for a long time but when i pull up on there ass drive by
Im killing shit collecting souls grim reaper if it aint about a bag its obsolete
Why you all up on my line looking thirsty bitch heres a glass of water hoe
Hope it quench yo shit
Its ghettokoolaiid prince of cali what you know about it
Im the best in the game aint no doubt about it
Im going to roll me a blunt elevate my mind like kendrick lamar bitch dont kill my vibe
Ill give cancer in the ear with my sick rhymes
If you trying to touch the prince that gets you 10 too life
Im on some cocky shit i thought you fag niggas knew
Im wearing chains and shit but im wearing more then two
I bought a range custom made yeah pink and blue
It makes no sense how these fags wanna hate on you
My ass phat and you mad about they way it moves
Your man staring got his attention like im trending news
Ask about the prince they say thats the king of braking rules got a temper
Like a bull so we wearing blue
Ask yo dude about last night when he rolled though
If he say he dont eat the cake he a lie to
Cause i set it on his face And made him pay it then he told me
I taste just like his grannys food
Aint f*cking with you niggas you aint got enough
Aint f*cking with you niggas you aint got enough
Aint f*cking with you niggas you aint got enough
Tell that f*ck boy he gone have to step his bands up
The money coming fast racetrack got you niggas looking mad
Lip smack giving out bags like a store clerk
Im running up tabs chrome browser you wanna get my number so you can holla at me Well your network better Look like my number baby
I aint f*cking with no basic or jobless nigga if you talk to me you better have at least six
Figures no gold digging bitch yeah i got my own still need a check
Before you jump my bones
Im hustle first get to the loving later need a billion jzay in a elevator
Independent destinys child yeah
I got my own dont depend on a man to give me what i want
Its all about the money if you think about it
So why f*ck with a nigga who aint really got it
Aint f*cking with you niggas you aint got enough
Tell that f*ck boy he gone have to step his bands up
Writer: Anthony Ford
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