How you wanna get rich with no ambition? That shit be crazy, I just don't get it
I was ridin' in a Foreign I was speedin' in the rain, nigga, the car starts spinnin'
Momma use to say this and that every day, I swear to God, ain't listen
Now that a nigga got older, I swear to God, some of that shit, yeah, I get it
Yeah, this a chrome heart hat, so I spent a couple hundred for this fitted baby
I ain't never had Corona, but I swear to God, the bars, I got the sickest
Seventeen, ridin' in the beam like a lotto , nigga, I kept on gettin' tickets
My niggas ain't got no chill, if you make them mad, them niggas gon' up the blicky
Bitch thought I was stupid, I see that shit on yo neck that shit a hickey
How you gon' stab me in the back, get shot in your back, little nigga, you feel like Ricky
I ain't even text her back, yeah, I f*cked once so me and her got some history
Niggas be talkin' that shit on the net, I swear I don't let that shit just get to me
Damn, I was runnin' on racks, and she kept callin'
Damn, I was runnin' on racks, and she kept callin'
Baby girl, I gotta know if you gon' catch a nigga, if a nigga ever start fallin'
Cuzzo really took the charge, that nigga ain't never been a baller
Ever since the jit I ain't worried about a bitch, no nigga, I'm only worried about guala
Pops was a hustler, man I'll do whatever, just to get a dollar
I was youngest, but my pops was rockin' Gucci and a Prada
Like I'm Wade, I keep the heat, yeah, just like the sauna
Ridin' in some all black shit with this dark ass tint, I feel just like Obama
It ain't even Tuesday bitch imma shoot my blick u better duck yo taco
I'm an impatient little nigga, when it comes to the bread, I need my money pronto
Everybody around me ', they got a handgun, and them niggas got nines we call em rondo
All these niggas fake, I swear I should've seen the sign
All these niggas fake, and I ain't really see the sign
All this shit been on my mind, it's the real, it ain't mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine
That ain't what I'm talkin' about, it is what I'm talkin' about
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How you wanna get rich with no ambition? That shit be crazy, I just don't get it
I was ridin' in a Foreign I was speedin' in the rain, nigga, the car starts spinnin'
Momma use to say this and that every day, I swear to God, ain't listen
Now that a nigga got older, I swear to God, some of that shit, yeah, I get it
Yeah, this a chrome heart hat, so I spent a couple hundred for this fitted baby
I ain't never had Corona, but I swear to God, the bars, I got the sickest
Seventeen, ridin' in the beam like a lotto , nigga, I kept on gettin' tickets
My niggas ain't got no chill, if you make them mad, them niggas gon' up the blicky
Bitch thought I was stupid, I see that shit on yo neck that shit a hickey
How you gon' stab me in the back, get shot in your back, little nigga, you feel like Ricky
I ain't even text her back, yeah, I f*cked once so me and her got some history
Niggas be talkin' that shit on the net, I swear I don't let that shit just get to me
Damn, I was runnin' on racks, and she kept callin'
Damn, I was runnin' on racks, and she kept callin'
Baby girl, I gotta know if you gon' catch a nigga, if a nigga ever start fallin'
Cuzzo really took the charge, that nigga ain't never been a baller
Ever since the jit I ain't worried about a bitch, no nigga, I'm only worried about guala
Pops was a hustler, man I'll do whatever, just to get a dollar
I was youngest, but my pops was rockin' Gucci and a Prada
Like I'm Wade, I keep the heat, yeah, just like the sauna
Ridin' in some all black shit with this dark ass tint, I feel just like Obama
It ain't even Tuesday bitch imma shoot my blick u better duck yo taco
I'm an impatient little nigga, when it comes to the bread, I need my money pronto
Everybody around me ', they got a handgun, and them niggas got nines we call em rondo
All these niggas fake, I swear I should've seen the sign
All these niggas fake, and I ain't really see the sign
All this shit been on my mind, it's the real, it ain't mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine
That ain't what I'm talkin' about, it is what I'm talkin' about
I was ridin' in a Foreign I was speedin' in the rain, nigga, the car starts spinnin'
Momma use to say this and that every day, I swear to God, ain't listen
Now that a nigga got older, I swear to God, some of that shit, yeah, I get it
Yeah, this a chrome heart hat, so I spent a couple hundred for this fitted baby
I ain't never had Corona, but I swear to God, the bars, I got the sickest
Seventeen, ridin' in the beam like a lotto , nigga, I kept on gettin' tickets
My niggas ain't got no chill, if you make them mad, them niggas gon' up the blicky
Bitch thought I was stupid, I see that shit on yo neck that shit a hickey
How you gon' stab me in the back, get shot in your back, little nigga, you feel like Ricky
I ain't even text her back, yeah, I f*cked once so me and her got some history
Niggas be talkin' that shit on the net, I swear I don't let that shit just get to me
Damn, I was runnin' on racks, and she kept callin'
Damn, I was runnin' on racks, and she kept callin'
Baby girl, I gotta know if you gon' catch a nigga, if a nigga ever start fallin'
Cuzzo really took the charge, that nigga ain't never been a baller
Ever since the jit I ain't worried about a bitch, no nigga, I'm only worried about guala
Pops was a hustler, man I'll do whatever, just to get a dollar
I was youngest, but my pops was rockin' Gucci and a Prada
Like I'm Wade, I keep the heat, yeah, just like the sauna
Ridin' in some all black shit with this dark ass tint, I feel just like Obama
It ain't even Tuesday bitch imma shoot my blick u better duck yo taco
I'm an impatient little nigga, when it comes to the bread, I need my money pronto
Everybody around me ', they got a handgun, and them niggas got nines we call em rondo
All these niggas fake, I swear I should've seen the sign
All these niggas fake, and I ain't really see the sign
All this shit been on my mind, it's the real, it ain't mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine
That ain't what I'm talkin' about, it is what I'm talkin' about
Writer: Shayne Saigo
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