JIT Video (MV)

I been, same nigga since a jit
Won't hop out the range till everything is clear
She like them VV's shinin in my ears
Doing better than my peers
My momma used to shed tears
I took the fast money route (Cash)
My brother was out in the south
So I had to figure it out
She let me put my kids in her mouth
I got money she feeling me now
I tried love but it didn't work out
I been ridin' on my own wave
These niggas digging they own graves
These niggas cap for the internet
To be honest my conscience ain't into that
We double the profit and spend a stack
My liver f*cked off the cognac
Now she callin my phone said she want me back
New jag whip, prolly crash it
New bad bitch, tryna bag it
I be on some sad shit still a savage
What I do bitch I'm established
Tryna get you louie bags off of Saks Fifth
But whenever we argue you wanna drag it
But whenever we argue you wanna drag it
Whenever we argue you wanna drag it
You be on my phone talking mad shit
You be on my phone talking mad shit
Till I blow ya back out oh you nasty
Early mornings in the studio
Move to cali get a movie hoe
Curly hair she think I'm Julio
But I'm black like the fit at a funeral
I came for the money and you should know
If I'm in the club I got all the hoes
If Yves in the club he gon' pour a 4
Smoking on dope I just ordered more
Just left the machine you know what that means I got a new wrist and new jeans (Damn')
Couple cool hundreds got a new dungeon
Tryna write music no interruptions diamonds mellow yellow
Got my Wrist on fat like I'm DJ Mustard
But these bitches Buggin' tryna make money they want me to cuff em'
Sorry baby no I can not love them
If that nigga hatin' then f*ck em'
Don't run up man I swear we gon' buck em'
Ima Shoot triple double like that nigga Russell
Then stuff a 100 in a duffle, gang