Skilla Baby - Acting Different Lyrics

Huh (Zai, can you turn that up a little bit?)
Back on that one shit
(I ain't mad at it) CM3
Huh (huh)

This money got me actin' different
Richest nigga from my neighborhood and I'm still whackin' niggas
I can't no post pictures with my pistol, I get active with it
I'm in traffic, arm out the window, I'm gon' crash the whip
Presi' cost a half a chicken, Richie cost a half a ticket
When they see me, mad my little demons start attackin' niggas
I'm more of a watch collector, I ain't no high fashion nigga
When I seen that rose Patek, I just had to get it

My young niggas robbin' shit, sellin' dope, smackin' niggas
I'm into it with some broke, homeless-ass rappin' niggas
Them boys gotta see me on the 'Gram, I know they mad I'm livin'
I had niggas callin', beggin' me to stop attackin' niggas
I shot up half them niggas, now I just laugh at niggas (haha)
Rick shoes, fit Rhude, but I ain't mad at niggas (I ain't mad at niggas)
I get love from killers I was out here crashin' with em (huh)
I kinda knew I was gon' make it, I just had a feelin', ha

This money got me actin' different
Richest nigga from my neighborhood and I'm still whackin' niggas
I can't no post pictures with my pistol, I get active with it
I'm in traffic, arm out the window, I'm gon' crash the whip
Presi' cost a half a chicken, Richie cost a half a ticket
When they see me, mad my little demons start attackin' niggas
I'm more of a watch collector, I ain't no high fashion nigga
When I seen that rose Patek, I just had to get it

Fit cost me half a man, shoes cost me half a ten
All this money comin' in, I'm makin' double what I spend (for real)
Fifty racks a show, I could get more, but shit, I love my fans
Count a million dollars, took a hour, damn, I love my hands
I put on whatever I want, I don't follow trends
Watch full of boulders, rocks, Glock full of hollow heads (baow)
Lookin' through my comments, where the trolls at? Now they dead
Niggas always askin' where the hoes at, not no bread
Only reason nigga outside, they ain't got no bed
All these niggas clickin' up, ain't got a bitch to f*ck
Y'all the niggas that be gettin' robbed and think y'all trickin' us
Then y'all act like y'all robbers to us, nigga, give it up (nigga, what?)

This money got me actin' different
Richest nigga from my neighborhood and I'm still whackin' niggas
I can't no post pictures with my pistol, I get active with it
I'm in traffic, arm out the window, I'm gon' crash the whip (huh)
Presi' cost a half a chicken, Richie cost a half a ticket (half a ticket)
When they see me, mad my little demons start attackin' niggas (attackin' niggas)
I'm more of a watch collector, I ain't no high fashion nigga (fashion nigga)
When I seen that rose Patek, I just had to get it