(MIA JAY C)
Huh?
Ayy
Man, I been stopped bein' broke, that shit suck, huh
So many days, a nigga felt like givin' up, huh
They blessed me with the 'bows, they got me rich as f*ck, huh
When I feel bad, buyin' jewelry cheer me up, huh
Lately, I been focused on my money, nothin' else
Still'll catch an opp out, draw down, lift him up, huh?
They say I'm too famous to be ridin' by myself
I'm a real street nigga, man, I don't give a f*ck
I'm on fire like a candle
Fresh enough to take a picture with a camera
I love boss bitches, they ain't hard to handle
I need a thick bitch, take me to Atlanta
My idol was the dopeman, I can't be no scammer
They tryna send me bricks in the mail, I need an address
I gotta f*ck a pretty-ass bitch when I have sex
Went to school, failed every f*ckin' thing but the math test (huh?)
I gotta hustle, I can't stop, get it out the pot
Send an opp down the hill, man, I hope them niggas rot
Nigga, I ain't been the same since that day I seen my pops
Layin' in that bed dead, shit been playin' with my top, huh?
Gotta thank God, I ain't been broke in a minute
Niggas tried to bite the hand that fed 'em, now they finished
Every day, I wake up in expensive linen
I go out of town with a pretty-ass thick bitch
Gotta thank God, I ain't been broke in a minute
Niggas tried to bite the hand that fed 'em, now they finished
Every day, I wake up in expensive linen
I go out of town with a pretty-ass thick bitch (huh?)
Bricks on the table
Got me contemplatin' signing to a label, huh?
I know I can sell 'caine 'cause I'm able
Famous as f*ck, still slidin' in with Dracos
City full of broke niggas and lame hoes
Scatpacks, Trackhawks, Hellcat Durangos
I'm that nigga on that 9, call me Django
Everybody wearin' Lanvins, I hate those
Do an opp nigga bad, we give him halos
We ain't gon' even talk about it 'til the case closed
Me and Sada hit the same hoes, we the Bang Bros
Catch an opp out, then I change clothes, huh?
Gotta thank God, I ain't been broke in a minute
Niggas tried to bite the hand that fed 'em, now they finished
Every day, I wake up in expensive linen
I go out of town with a pretty-ass thick bitch
Gotta thank God, I ain't been broke in a minute
Niggas tried to bite the hand that fed 'em, now they finished
Every day, I wake up in expensive linen
I go out of town with a pretty-ass thick bitch
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(MIA JAY C)
Huh?
Ayy
Man, I been stopped bein' broke, that shit suck, huh
So many days, a nigga felt like givin' up, huh
They blessed me with the 'bows, they got me rich as f*ck, huh
When I feel bad, buyin' jewelry cheer me up, huh
Lately, I been focused on my money, nothin' else
Still'll catch an opp out, draw down, lift him up, huh?
They say I'm too famous to be ridin' by myself
I'm a real street nigga, man, I don't give a f*ck
I'm on fire like a candle
Fresh enough to take a picture with a camera
I love boss bitches, they ain't hard to handle
I need a thick bitch, take me to Atlanta
My idol was the dopeman, I can't be no scammer
They tryna send me bricks in the mail, I need an address
I gotta f*ck a pretty-ass bitch when I have sex
Went to school, failed every f*ckin' thing but the math test (huh?)
I gotta hustle, I can't stop, get it out the pot
Send an opp down the hill, man, I hope them niggas rot
Nigga, I ain't been the same since that day I seen my pops
Layin' in that bed dead, shit been playin' with my top, huh?
Gotta thank God, I ain't been broke in a minute
Niggas tried to bite the hand that fed 'em, now they finished
Every day, I wake up in expensive linen
I go out of town with a pretty-ass thick bitch
Gotta thank God, I ain't been broke in a minute
Niggas tried to bite the hand that fed 'em, now they finished
Every day, I wake up in expensive linen
I go out of town with a pretty-ass thick bitch (huh?)
Bricks on the table
Got me contemplatin' signing to a label, huh?
I know I can sell 'caine 'cause I'm able
Famous as f*ck, still slidin' in with Dracos
City full of broke niggas and lame hoes
Scatpacks, Trackhawks, Hellcat Durangos
I'm that nigga on that 9, call me Django
Everybody wearin' Lanvins, I hate those
Do an opp nigga bad, we give him halos
We ain't gon' even talk about it 'til the case closed
Me and Sada hit the same hoes, we the Bang Bros
Catch an opp out, then I change clothes, huh?
Gotta thank God, I ain't been broke in a minute
Niggas tried to bite the hand that fed 'em, now they finished
Every day, I wake up in expensive linen
I go out of town with a pretty-ass thick bitch
Gotta thank God, I ain't been broke in a minute
Niggas tried to bite the hand that fed 'em, now they finished
Every day, I wake up in expensive linen
I go out of town with a pretty-ass thick bitch
Huh?
Ayy
Man, I been stopped bein' broke, that shit suck, huh
So many days, a nigga felt like givin' up, huh
They blessed me with the 'bows, they got me rich as f*ck, huh
When I feel bad, buyin' jewelry cheer me up, huh
Lately, I been focused on my money, nothin' else
Still'll catch an opp out, draw down, lift him up, huh?
They say I'm too famous to be ridin' by myself
I'm a real street nigga, man, I don't give a f*ck
I'm on fire like a candle
Fresh enough to take a picture with a camera
I love boss bitches, they ain't hard to handle
I need a thick bitch, take me to Atlanta
My idol was the dopeman, I can't be no scammer
They tryna send me bricks in the mail, I need an address
I gotta f*ck a pretty-ass bitch when I have sex
Went to school, failed every f*ckin' thing but the math test (huh?)
I gotta hustle, I can't stop, get it out the pot
Send an opp down the hill, man, I hope them niggas rot
Nigga, I ain't been the same since that day I seen my pops
Layin' in that bed dead, shit been playin' with my top, huh?
Gotta thank God, I ain't been broke in a minute
Niggas tried to bite the hand that fed 'em, now they finished
Every day, I wake up in expensive linen
I go out of town with a pretty-ass thick bitch
Gotta thank God, I ain't been broke in a minute
Niggas tried to bite the hand that fed 'em, now they finished
Every day, I wake up in expensive linen
I go out of town with a pretty-ass thick bitch (huh?)
Bricks on the table
Got me contemplatin' signing to a label, huh?
I know I can sell 'caine 'cause I'm able
Famous as f*ck, still slidin' in with Dracos
City full of broke niggas and lame hoes
Scatpacks, Trackhawks, Hellcat Durangos
I'm that nigga on that 9, call me Django
Everybody wearin' Lanvins, I hate those
Do an opp nigga bad, we give him halos
We ain't gon' even talk about it 'til the case closed
Me and Sada hit the same hoes, we the Bang Bros
Catch an opp out, then I change clothes, huh?
Gotta thank God, I ain't been broke in a minute
Niggas tried to bite the hand that fed 'em, now they finished
Every day, I wake up in expensive linen
I go out of town with a pretty-ass thick bitch
Gotta thank God, I ain't been broke in a minute
Niggas tried to bite the hand that fed 'em, now they finished
Every day, I wake up in expensive linen
I go out of town with a pretty-ass thick bitch
Writer: Trevon Gardner
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC