Yup
Yeah you know how we play
Ooh
Volume 4 shit
Look
Sirens no emergency Niggas are no concern to me
I rather be remembered for always getting that currency
Made it out the jungle no enemies out to murder me
Chosen more than certainly past life like a blur to me
I don't do no arguing acting out for the audience
I was knockin hoes in boat shoes and a cardigan
10 years strong in the game it's no guarding him
This my sixth offering and I'm still clocking in
Only way you knock me is when u nod to the beat
How I'm so down to earth but still outta your reach
Gotta shout out Montage linked back wit the beast
Hit the Caldecott tunnel on my way to the east
Niggas wanna call me bro wit no relation to me
Hitters on speed dial they filet'n the beef
Know that its some consequences just for playing with me
Got a AirBnB where she waiting for me
Get a plate of it all it took was some straightening
If you ain't came around by now you just a hater then
I don't know much bout y'all my niggas play to win
Had to chrome plate the rims, new Mercedes BenzYou see the difference when he Everything he say he is
I had to tax the out of owners for the maintenance
3rd eye open I can see you on some shady shit
Bout to kiss the game good bye i'm on some jada shit
Skipper
How you my brother but you don't want me to win ha
Never to the heart I took them L's to the Chin ha
Not worried bout who hating I'm just focused on my income
I'ma legend bitch I'm feeling like I'm William
Finna build a Brand & put the logo on a chain
They won't see the bigger picture til you put it in a frame
I just hit it one time Now she tryna tat my name
I ain't at the airport but I'm heading to the Baggage Claim
I'm watching Space Jam smoking on these Space Grams
I just paid $1,000 for these Black & Grey pants
I can never ever ever give a broke bitch a chance
I be always talking shit like I just went on a Rant
I can have all these hoes but I want my own bitch
F*ck all that designer I'm rocking all my own shit
How you got all them Strains but you don't grow shit
I'ma million dollar nigga with Billionaire thoughts
I'ma keep getting money til they put me in a box
3 things I'll nevreer do quit slow down or stop
2 things I'll never be that's broke or a cop
Bitch
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Yup
Yeah you know how we play
Ooh
Volume 4 shit
Look
Sirens no emergency Niggas are no concern to me
I rather be remembered for always getting that currency
Made it out the jungle no enemies out to murder me
Chosen more than certainly past life like a blur to me
I don't do no arguing acting out for the audience
I was knockin hoes in boat shoes and a cardigan
10 years strong in the game it's no guarding him
This my sixth offering and I'm still clocking in
Only way you knock me is when u nod to the beat
How I'm so down to earth but still outta your reach
Gotta shout out Montage linked back wit the beast
Hit the Caldecott tunnel on my way to the east
Niggas wanna call me bro wit no relation to me
Hitters on speed dial they filet'n the beef
Know that its some consequences just for playing with me
Got a AirBnB where she waiting for me
Get a plate of it all it took was some straightening
If you ain't came around by now you just a hater then
I don't know much bout y'all my niggas play to win
Had to chrome plate the rims, new Mercedes BenzYou see the difference when he Everything he say he is
I had to tax the out of owners for the maintenance
3rd eye open I can see you on some shady shit
Bout to kiss the game good bye i'm on some jada shit
Skipper
How you my brother but you don't want me to win ha
Never to the heart I took them L's to the Chin ha
Not worried bout who hating I'm just focused on my income
I'ma legend bitch I'm feeling like I'm William
Finna build a Brand & put the logo on a chain
They won't see the bigger picture til you put it in a frame
I just hit it one time Now she tryna tat my name
I ain't at the airport but I'm heading to the Baggage Claim
I'm watching Space Jam smoking on these Space Grams
I just paid $1,000 for these Black & Grey pants
I can never ever ever give a broke bitch a chance
I be always talking shit like I just went on a Rant
I can have all these hoes but I want my own bitch
F*ck all that designer I'm rocking all my own shit
How you got all them Strains but you don't grow shit
I'ma million dollar nigga with Billionaire thoughts
I'ma keep getting money til they put me in a box
3 things I'll nevreer do quit slow down or stop
2 things I'll never be that's broke or a cop
Bitch
Yeah you know how we play
Ooh
Volume 4 shit
Look
Sirens no emergency Niggas are no concern to me
I rather be remembered for always getting that currency
Made it out the jungle no enemies out to murder me
Chosen more than certainly past life like a blur to me
I don't do no arguing acting out for the audience
I was knockin hoes in boat shoes and a cardigan
10 years strong in the game it's no guarding him
This my sixth offering and I'm still clocking in
Only way you knock me is when u nod to the beat
How I'm so down to earth but still outta your reach
Gotta shout out Montage linked back wit the beast
Hit the Caldecott tunnel on my way to the east
Niggas wanna call me bro wit no relation to me
Hitters on speed dial they filet'n the beef
Know that its some consequences just for playing with me
Got a AirBnB where she waiting for me
Get a plate of it all it took was some straightening
If you ain't came around by now you just a hater then
I don't know much bout y'all my niggas play to win
Had to chrome plate the rims, new Mercedes BenzYou see the difference when he Everything he say he is
I had to tax the out of owners for the maintenance
3rd eye open I can see you on some shady shit
Bout to kiss the game good bye i'm on some jada shit
Skipper
How you my brother but you don't want me to win ha
Never to the heart I took them L's to the Chin ha
Not worried bout who hating I'm just focused on my income
I'ma legend bitch I'm feeling like I'm William
Finna build a Brand & put the logo on a chain
They won't see the bigger picture til you put it in a frame
I just hit it one time Now she tryna tat my name
I ain't at the airport but I'm heading to the Baggage Claim
I'm watching Space Jam smoking on these Space Grams
I just paid $1,000 for these Black & Grey pants
I can never ever ever give a broke bitch a chance
I be always talking shit like I just went on a Rant
I can have all these hoes but I want my own bitch
F*ck all that designer I'm rocking all my own shit
How you got all them Strains but you don't grow shit
I'ma million dollar nigga with Billionaire thoughts
I'ma keep getting money til they put me in a box
3 things I'll nevreer do quit slow down or stop
2 things I'll never be that's broke or a cop
Bitch
Writer: Jonathan Faulk, Parrell Cox
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, PFIVE Entertainment Mexico
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, PFIVE Entertainment Mexico