I do what I did
Out here grinding
Ducking bids
If you get caught you know its 20
Shit its worth the risk
I can light yo neck and wrist
You can't make a hit
What I talk is real
And what you talk ain't making sense
I stay 10 toes on the ground
Can't relate cuz you's a clown
I got P's on P's on P's
Bring em in and get em out
Boy that's green on green on green
Stretch em out
We talking miles
Shoutout to my frequent flyers
Get the bag secured then bounce
Red eye on a red eye
Paper chasing f*ck the clout
That shit come with all this money
And the bag straight to accounts
Tryna figure this shit out
Came from sleeping on the couch
I got two more mouths to feed
Can't afford a loss right now
Hottest bitch
I'm standing on it
Please don't touch me
Hoe I'm scorching
Money got its different languages
And I'm fluent in fortune
I just do it
No endorsements
Nike holla at me
Come cop four
I'll throw you more
F*ck with me and you'll leave happy
Tote that sack in like I'm Donaldson
Served more for folks than Ronald nem
Same niggas that's dissing
I'm eating steak while they're eating ramen still
All that shit is real
Ain't no cappin
We straight facts
I can lose it all today
And tomorrow get it back
I bossed up ain't no pretend
I can't talk to middle man
I be thumbing through a check
Bitch and I ain't clocking in
Rock the Gucci Letterman
Keep it gutta with my shit
Cuz they say I'm not the one
That be styling in this bitch
Run like Zeke to get the bag
Run it up
Make bitches mad
When I shoot
You know it's wet as Tatum with the faded mag
Hit record and run it back
Play this in your area
Pray these bitches try me
They gone see it ain't no fear in her
I do what I did
Out here grinding
Ducking bids
If you get caught you know its 20
Shit its worth the risk
I can light yo neck and wrist
You can't make a hit
What I talk is real
And what you talk ain't making sense
I got 10 toes on the ground
Can't relate cuz you's a clown
I got P's on P's on P's
Bring em in and get em out
Boy that's green on green on green
Stretch em out
We talking miles
Shoutout to my frequent flyers
Get the bag secured then bounce
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I do what I did
Out here grinding
Ducking bids
If you get caught you know its 20
Shit its worth the risk
I can light yo neck and wrist
You can't make a hit
What I talk is real
And what you talk ain't making sense
I stay 10 toes on the ground
Can't relate cuz you's a clown
I got P's on P's on P's
Bring em in and get em out
Boy that's green on green on green
Stretch em out
We talking miles
Shoutout to my frequent flyers
Get the bag secured then bounce
Red eye on a red eye
Paper chasing f*ck the clout
That shit come with all this money
And the bag straight to accounts
Tryna figure this shit out
Came from sleeping on the couch
I got two more mouths to feed
Can't afford a loss right now
Hottest bitch
I'm standing on it
Please don't touch me
Hoe I'm scorching
Money got its different languages
And I'm fluent in fortune
I just do it
No endorsements
Nike holla at me
Come cop four
I'll throw you more
F*ck with me and you'll leave happy
Tote that sack in like I'm Donaldson
Served more for folks than Ronald nem
Same niggas that's dissing
I'm eating steak while they're eating ramen still
All that shit is real
Ain't no cappin
We straight facts
I can lose it all today
And tomorrow get it back
I bossed up ain't no pretend
I can't talk to middle man
I be thumbing through a check
Bitch and I ain't clocking in
Rock the Gucci Letterman
Keep it gutta with my shit
Cuz they say I'm not the one
That be styling in this bitch
Run like Zeke to get the bag
Run it up
Make bitches mad
When I shoot
You know it's wet as Tatum with the faded mag
Hit record and run it back
Play this in your area
Pray these bitches try me
They gone see it ain't no fear in her
I do what I did
Out here grinding
Ducking bids
If you get caught you know its 20
Shit its worth the risk
I can light yo neck and wrist
You can't make a hit
What I talk is real
And what you talk ain't making sense
I got 10 toes on the ground
Can't relate cuz you's a clown
I got P's on P's on P's
Bring em in and get em out
Boy that's green on green on green
Stretch em out
We talking miles
Shoutout to my frequent flyers
Get the bag secured then bounce
Out here grinding
Ducking bids
If you get caught you know its 20
Shit its worth the risk
I can light yo neck and wrist
You can't make a hit
What I talk is real
And what you talk ain't making sense
I stay 10 toes on the ground
Can't relate cuz you's a clown
I got P's on P's on P's
Bring em in and get em out
Boy that's green on green on green
Stretch em out
We talking miles
Shoutout to my frequent flyers
Get the bag secured then bounce
Red eye on a red eye
Paper chasing f*ck the clout
That shit come with all this money
And the bag straight to accounts
Tryna figure this shit out
Came from sleeping on the couch
I got two more mouths to feed
Can't afford a loss right now
Hottest bitch
I'm standing on it
Please don't touch me
Hoe I'm scorching
Money got its different languages
And I'm fluent in fortune
I just do it
No endorsements
Nike holla at me
Come cop four
I'll throw you more
F*ck with me and you'll leave happy
Tote that sack in like I'm Donaldson
Served more for folks than Ronald nem
Same niggas that's dissing
I'm eating steak while they're eating ramen still
All that shit is real
Ain't no cappin
We straight facts
I can lose it all today
And tomorrow get it back
I bossed up ain't no pretend
I can't talk to middle man
I be thumbing through a check
Bitch and I ain't clocking in
Rock the Gucci Letterman
Keep it gutta with my shit
Cuz they say I'm not the one
That be styling in this bitch
Run like Zeke to get the bag
Run it up
Make bitches mad
When I shoot
You know it's wet as Tatum with the faded mag
Hit record and run it back
Play this in your area
Pray these bitches try me
They gone see it ain't no fear in her
I do what I did
Out here grinding
Ducking bids
If you get caught you know its 20
Shit its worth the risk
I can light yo neck and wrist
You can't make a hit
What I talk is real
And what you talk ain't making sense
I got 10 toes on the ground
Can't relate cuz you's a clown
I got P's on P's on P's
Bring em in and get em out
Boy that's green on green on green
Stretch em out
We talking miles
Shoutout to my frequent flyers
Get the bag secured then bounce
Writer: Keyonna Gray, Orlando Brossie
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Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave