The summer time coming to an end I blew a big check and then I ran it up again
These niggas sick of me, they like I had enough of him
I'm addicted to them dollars, I can't get enough of them
Brody know the road, hot he hopping on the bus again
Hit your bitch for four hours, she tryna make me bust again
I f*ck her then I leave her, nigga, I ain't loving her
These hoes ain't innocent, I guess that's why y'all cuffing them
I'm finna tie the knot, I fell in love with hustling
Through sickness and through health, I keep that money doubling
These jealous niggas hurt, I'm rising way above of them
But let a nigga try to play me, I'mma end his suffering
I'm living lavish, this ho mad, I hit her and passed it
She say I'm broke, that bitch funny, Tiffany Haddish
She know what I'm on, I just get it, flip it and stash it
Don't want no beef, I'm too busy getting this cabbage
The way I'm balling on niggas, I should be all American
Pulled up in the coupe, bitches pointing like there he is
She think we together, told the bitch that we barely friends
I came up from the bottom, glad I'll never be there again
Nightmares of being broke, man them dreams be the scariest
My jeans fitting tight, all this cash I've been carrying
You run up tryna take it, I promise I'll bury him
They think I'mma fail, I think that shit is hilarious
These niggas don't know me, I had to get it by my lonely
Ain't nobody like me, yours truly the one and only
Think you f*cking with me, boy, you must be smoking peyote
Got these niggas sick, I'm bout to get them some minestrone
You see your bitch with me, how you gon' get mad at me, Brody
Her lips like a coney, they stay open, they never close
And you claim you good chicken, but that shit a bunch of bologna
Been winning for so long, I think I deserve me a trophy
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The summer time coming to an end I blew a big check and then I ran it up again
These niggas sick of me, they like I had enough of him
I'm addicted to them dollars, I can't get enough of them
Brody know the road, hot he hopping on the bus again
Hit your bitch for four hours, she tryna make me bust again
I f*ck her then I leave her, nigga, I ain't loving her
These hoes ain't innocent, I guess that's why y'all cuffing them
I'm finna tie the knot, I fell in love with hustling
Through sickness and through health, I keep that money doubling
These jealous niggas hurt, I'm rising way above of them
But let a nigga try to play me, I'mma end his suffering
I'm living lavish, this ho mad, I hit her and passed it
She say I'm broke, that bitch funny, Tiffany Haddish
She know what I'm on, I just get it, flip it and stash it
Don't want no beef, I'm too busy getting this cabbage
The way I'm balling on niggas, I should be all American
Pulled up in the coupe, bitches pointing like there he is
She think we together, told the bitch that we barely friends
I came up from the bottom, glad I'll never be there again
Nightmares of being broke, man them dreams be the scariest
My jeans fitting tight, all this cash I've been carrying
You run up tryna take it, I promise I'll bury him
They think I'mma fail, I think that shit is hilarious
These niggas don't know me, I had to get it by my lonely
Ain't nobody like me, yours truly the one and only
Think you f*cking with me, boy, you must be smoking peyote
Got these niggas sick, I'm bout to get them some minestrone
You see your bitch with me, how you gon' get mad at me, Brody
Her lips like a coney, they stay open, they never close
And you claim you good chicken, but that shit a bunch of bologna
Been winning for so long, I think I deserve me a trophy
These niggas sick of me, they like I had enough of him
I'm addicted to them dollars, I can't get enough of them
Brody know the road, hot he hopping on the bus again
Hit your bitch for four hours, she tryna make me bust again
I f*ck her then I leave her, nigga, I ain't loving her
These hoes ain't innocent, I guess that's why y'all cuffing them
I'm finna tie the knot, I fell in love with hustling
Through sickness and through health, I keep that money doubling
These jealous niggas hurt, I'm rising way above of them
But let a nigga try to play me, I'mma end his suffering
I'm living lavish, this ho mad, I hit her and passed it
She say I'm broke, that bitch funny, Tiffany Haddish
She know what I'm on, I just get it, flip it and stash it
Don't want no beef, I'm too busy getting this cabbage
The way I'm balling on niggas, I should be all American
Pulled up in the coupe, bitches pointing like there he is
She think we together, told the bitch that we barely friends
I came up from the bottom, glad I'll never be there again
Nightmares of being broke, man them dreams be the scariest
My jeans fitting tight, all this cash I've been carrying
You run up tryna take it, I promise I'll bury him
They think I'mma fail, I think that shit is hilarious
These niggas don't know me, I had to get it by my lonely
Ain't nobody like me, yours truly the one and only
Think you f*cking with me, boy, you must be smoking peyote
Got these niggas sick, I'm bout to get them some minestrone
You see your bitch with me, how you gon' get mad at me, Brody
Her lips like a coney, they stay open, they never close
And you claim you good chicken, but that shit a bunch of bologna
Been winning for so long, I think I deserve me a trophy
Writer: Antonio Stamps
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