Think bout money in my sleep, I'm tryna dream bout what my future like
Been f*ckin' with them broke boys, come and f*ck with Mr. Do You Right
Ain't tryna say I'm gangsta, but I'm the same nigga that blew his pipe
He thought that shit was sweet, we swissed the whip, tried to spin through the night
I know y'all the ones that put my brother in the casket
Now the score like eight to one, please tell me what happened
Know someone who tote for show, bet he won't even blast it
Put two shells up in his back, he jump like the energizin' rabbit
Lil' Wop just touched a 100 ball and still clutchin' his ratchet
Tennis chain, Jesus hands, diamonds fightin', boxin' matches
I get fly like Peter Pan, throw on shit I ain't imagine
Now I'm finna buy a Beamer, cuttin' up all through the traffic
Old hoe told me she ain't need me, I was hurt to be a stack
But she said I signed a deal, then on her soul, she comin' back
But I told her that, that's cool, now I'm turnt, stay where you at
My new girl pussy like a pool, and her ass is stupid fat
I ain't talkin' bout Mike Jacck, but I got billies in my jeans
Lil' yae tryna catch a flltt, you don't even know what that mean
This ballin' shit been gettin' old, I feel like Abdul Kareem
Got in that room and then you told up on your boys, ain't what it seem
My pockets look like what y'all sippin' on, I'm talkin' bout that green
Dawg shit is just what I'm sittin' on, she talkin' bout, boy, you stink
Stay in the crib and count this money up, I don't got time to link
It's too late to ride the wave, you either been on or you sink
Bout to start goin' up so fast, gon' do this shit before you blink
My unc been locked up since fifteen, this shit get deeper than it think
My girl love it when I'm f*ckin' her and praise of that's her kink
Gon' end up givin' her a fifty, tell her buy some clothes and minks
Blowin' up, right before your eyes, nickname me 9-11
I done watched a nigga die, two years after I turned seven
So that means that I was nine, but maj told me keep a ten
Start sippin' drink at age eleven, I won't do that shit again
Uh, go hit up yung freshco if you tryna cop a bin
I talk to God like every night, cause every day I know I sin
Was too busy takin' L's, now every day it's a new win
YSL just for my smell, now she tryna smell my wind
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Think bout money in my sleep, I'm tryna dream bout what my future like
Been f*ckin' with them broke boys, come and f*ck with Mr. Do You Right
Ain't tryna say I'm gangsta, but I'm the same nigga that blew his pipe
He thought that shit was sweet, we swissed the whip, tried to spin through the night
I know y'all the ones that put my brother in the casket
Now the score like eight to one, please tell me what happened
Know someone who tote for show, bet he won't even blast it
Put two shells up in his back, he jump like the energizin' rabbit
Lil' Wop just touched a 100 ball and still clutchin' his ratchet
Tennis chain, Jesus hands, diamonds fightin', boxin' matches
I get fly like Peter Pan, throw on shit I ain't imagine
Now I'm finna buy a Beamer, cuttin' up all through the traffic
Old hoe told me she ain't need me, I was hurt to be a stack
But she said I signed a deal, then on her soul, she comin' back
But I told her that, that's cool, now I'm turnt, stay where you at
My new girl pussy like a pool, and her ass is stupid fat
I ain't talkin' bout Mike Jacck, but I got billies in my jeans
Lil' yae tryna catch a flltt, you don't even know what that mean
This ballin' shit been gettin' old, I feel like Abdul Kareem
Got in that room and then you told up on your boys, ain't what it seem
My pockets look like what y'all sippin' on, I'm talkin' bout that green
Dawg shit is just what I'm sittin' on, she talkin' bout, boy, you stink
Stay in the crib and count this money up, I don't got time to link
It's too late to ride the wave, you either been on or you sink
Bout to start goin' up so fast, gon' do this shit before you blink
My unc been locked up since fifteen, this shit get deeper than it think
My girl love it when I'm f*ckin' her and praise of that's her kink
Gon' end up givin' her a fifty, tell her buy some clothes and minks
Blowin' up, right before your eyes, nickname me 9-11
I done watched a nigga die, two years after I turned seven
So that means that I was nine, but maj told me keep a ten
Start sippin' drink at age eleven, I won't do that shit again
Uh, go hit up yung freshco if you tryna cop a bin
I talk to God like every night, cause every day I know I sin
Was too busy takin' L's, now every day it's a new win
YSL just for my smell, now she tryna smell my wind
Been f*ckin' with them broke boys, come and f*ck with Mr. Do You Right
Ain't tryna say I'm gangsta, but I'm the same nigga that blew his pipe
He thought that shit was sweet, we swissed the whip, tried to spin through the night
I know y'all the ones that put my brother in the casket
Now the score like eight to one, please tell me what happened
Know someone who tote for show, bet he won't even blast it
Put two shells up in his back, he jump like the energizin' rabbit
Lil' Wop just touched a 100 ball and still clutchin' his ratchet
Tennis chain, Jesus hands, diamonds fightin', boxin' matches
I get fly like Peter Pan, throw on shit I ain't imagine
Now I'm finna buy a Beamer, cuttin' up all through the traffic
Old hoe told me she ain't need me, I was hurt to be a stack
But she said I signed a deal, then on her soul, she comin' back
But I told her that, that's cool, now I'm turnt, stay where you at
My new girl pussy like a pool, and her ass is stupid fat
I ain't talkin' bout Mike Jacck, but I got billies in my jeans
Lil' yae tryna catch a flltt, you don't even know what that mean
This ballin' shit been gettin' old, I feel like Abdul Kareem
Got in that room and then you told up on your boys, ain't what it seem
My pockets look like what y'all sippin' on, I'm talkin' bout that green
Dawg shit is just what I'm sittin' on, she talkin' bout, boy, you stink
Stay in the crib and count this money up, I don't got time to link
It's too late to ride the wave, you either been on or you sink
Bout to start goin' up so fast, gon' do this shit before you blink
My unc been locked up since fifteen, this shit get deeper than it think
My girl love it when I'm f*ckin' her and praise of that's her kink
Gon' end up givin' her a fifty, tell her buy some clothes and minks
Blowin' up, right before your eyes, nickname me 9-11
I done watched a nigga die, two years after I turned seven
So that means that I was nine, but maj told me keep a ten
Start sippin' drink at age eleven, I won't do that shit again
Uh, go hit up yung freshco if you tryna cop a bin
I talk to God like every night, cause every day I know I sin
Was too busy takin' L's, now every day it's a new win
YSL just for my smell, now she tryna smell my wind
Writer: Semon Craddock
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