Just a young nigga
Out here trying to get paid
If you ain't bout that money
Then you just in the way
When life give you lemons
You just make lemonade
They see me doing better
So of course they gone hate
In my own lane
I don't care what you do
If you ain't getting money
Nigga shame on you
This nigga looking blue
But he don't have a clue
You might have some sauce
But I got all the juice
I know you see me dripping
When I'm walking through
I know you see me limping
When I'm walking too
Thats because my pockets fat
But they ain't dropping weight
Icing on my face
Because I'm getting cake
My new bitch she bad
Put in her designer
I know she rockin with me
Ain't talking recliners
They tired of me winning
Gone head take a nap
I ain't done winning yet
Gone do another lap
Don't ask for a feature
If you cant afford it
Niggas stay to high
All the time I'm soaring
I'm always in the booth
No time for the snoring
They got to turn the fan on
When I start recording
Just a young nigga
Out here trying to get paid
If you ain't bout that money
Then you just in the way
When life give you lemons
You just make lemonade
They see me doing better
So of course they gone hate
In my own lane
I don't care what you do
If you ain't getting money
Nigga shame on you
This nigga looking blue
But he don't have a clue
You might have some Sauce
But I got all the juice
Roll me up a blunt
Stuff it with up runtz
Searching for the guap
Bitch I'm on the hunt
Roll me up a joint
Wedding cake on point
Smoking on this loud
You gone hear the noise
I don't get out of breath
From Steady chasing checks
I'm the crack that broke your
Momma back so
Watch your step
Don't be tripping
Don't be tweaking
All the fake love I be peeping
Cut you off if you be leeching
Got a bitch I gotta see
About some mouth
Ain't talking speaking
Check yo bitch
Because she be creeping
Elevation what I'm seeking
I'm too fly there ain't no ceiling
I be working while you tweeting
Making moves while you be seated
Wake you up if you was sleeping
I'm A1 you made you the D list
Just a young nigga
Out here trying to get paid
If you ain't bout that money
Then you just in the way
When life give you lemons
You just make lemonade
They see me doing better
So of course they gone hate
In my own lane
I don't care what you do
If you ain't getting money
Nigga shame on you
This nigga looking blue
But he don't have a clue
You might have some sauce
But I got all the juice
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Just a young nigga
Out here trying to get paid
If you ain't bout that money
Then you just in the way
When life give you lemons
You just make lemonade
They see me doing better
So of course they gone hate
In my own lane
I don't care what you do
If you ain't getting money
Nigga shame on you
This nigga looking blue
But he don't have a clue
You might have some sauce
But I got all the juice
I know you see me dripping
When I'm walking through
I know you see me limping
When I'm walking too
Thats because my pockets fat
But they ain't dropping weight
Icing on my face
Because I'm getting cake
My new bitch she bad
Put in her designer
I know she rockin with me
Ain't talking recliners
They tired of me winning
Gone head take a nap
I ain't done winning yet
Gone do another lap
Don't ask for a feature
If you cant afford it
Niggas stay to high
All the time I'm soaring
I'm always in the booth
No time for the snoring
They got to turn the fan on
When I start recording
Just a young nigga
Out here trying to get paid
If you ain't bout that money
Then you just in the way
When life give you lemons
You just make lemonade
They see me doing better
So of course they gone hate
In my own lane
I don't care what you do
If you ain't getting money
Nigga shame on you
This nigga looking blue
But he don't have a clue
You might have some Sauce
But I got all the juice
Roll me up a blunt
Stuff it with up runtz
Searching for the guap
Bitch I'm on the hunt
Roll me up a joint
Wedding cake on point
Smoking on this loud
You gone hear the noise
I don't get out of breath
From Steady chasing checks
I'm the crack that broke your
Momma back so
Watch your step
Don't be tripping
Don't be tweaking
All the fake love I be peeping
Cut you off if you be leeching
Got a bitch I gotta see
About some mouth
Ain't talking speaking
Check yo bitch
Because she be creeping
Elevation what I'm seeking
I'm too fly there ain't no ceiling
I be working while you tweeting
Making moves while you be seated
Wake you up if you was sleeping
I'm A1 you made you the D list
Just a young nigga
Out here trying to get paid
If you ain't bout that money
Then you just in the way
When life give you lemons
You just make lemonade
They see me doing better
So of course they gone hate
In my own lane
I don't care what you do
If you ain't getting money
Nigga shame on you
This nigga looking blue
But he don't have a clue
You might have some sauce
But I got all the juice
Out here trying to get paid
If you ain't bout that money
Then you just in the way
When life give you lemons
You just make lemonade
They see me doing better
So of course they gone hate
In my own lane
I don't care what you do
If you ain't getting money
Nigga shame on you
This nigga looking blue
But he don't have a clue
You might have some sauce
But I got all the juice
I know you see me dripping
When I'm walking through
I know you see me limping
When I'm walking too
Thats because my pockets fat
But they ain't dropping weight
Icing on my face
Because I'm getting cake
My new bitch she bad
Put in her designer
I know she rockin with me
Ain't talking recliners
They tired of me winning
Gone head take a nap
I ain't done winning yet
Gone do another lap
Don't ask for a feature
If you cant afford it
Niggas stay to high
All the time I'm soaring
I'm always in the booth
No time for the snoring
They got to turn the fan on
When I start recording
Just a young nigga
Out here trying to get paid
If you ain't bout that money
Then you just in the way
When life give you lemons
You just make lemonade
They see me doing better
So of course they gone hate
In my own lane
I don't care what you do
If you ain't getting money
Nigga shame on you
This nigga looking blue
But he don't have a clue
You might have some Sauce
But I got all the juice
Roll me up a blunt
Stuff it with up runtz
Searching for the guap
Bitch I'm on the hunt
Roll me up a joint
Wedding cake on point
Smoking on this loud
You gone hear the noise
I don't get out of breath
From Steady chasing checks
I'm the crack that broke your
Momma back so
Watch your step
Don't be tripping
Don't be tweaking
All the fake love I be peeping
Cut you off if you be leeching
Got a bitch I gotta see
About some mouth
Ain't talking speaking
Check yo bitch
Because she be creeping
Elevation what I'm seeking
I'm too fly there ain't no ceiling
I be working while you tweeting
Making moves while you be seated
Wake you up if you was sleeping
I'm A1 you made you the D list
Just a young nigga
Out here trying to get paid
If you ain't bout that money
Then you just in the way
When life give you lemons
You just make lemonade
They see me doing better
So of course they gone hate
In my own lane
I don't care what you do
If you ain't getting money
Nigga shame on you
This nigga looking blue
But he don't have a clue
You might have some sauce
But I got all the juice
Writer: Kendall Harbin
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music