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I'm good I'm tryin to be better Killed my old self They think I'm finna let up I can't stop now My time is getting precious The way that I been stepping I know they gon remember me Remember me They gon remember me Like what it ain't gonna be Ain't gon be They gonna remember me They gonna remember me They gonna remember me Back on my bullshit In the back of the lac, with a cool bitch On the dash on the gas ride stupid Dreams gon exclusive, real to the truest Dripping they ain't know I sing Hating on me cuz they know a nigga stay on fleek But Ima get bag n the cash gone rise And the bandz gon fly, she gon dance for mines Whatchu know bout times? Hit the dash for mine I aint worried bout a hater, got the bank on line (ring ring) Ohh they calling my phone, ET Said u wanna phone home (ring ring) Ohhh they calling like its new to me, remember I'm good I'm tryin to be better Killed my old self They think I'm finna let up I can't stop now My time is getting precious The way that I been stepping I know they gon remember me Remember me They gon remember me Like what it ain't gonna be Ain't gon be They gonna remember me They gonna remember me They gonna remember me Ima get rich, Ima do things Seady gettin money on the routine Toothpick chick with a mood ring And a nose ring, she a new fling Jumpin on a new train Ima ass man, not a titty boi 2 chainz I ain't into makin loose change Lighter on the stand But you know i got the mother fuckin Fire in my hand like liu kang Ima lay low Put the game on hold Put the fame on hold And the chain on froze (yeah, yeah) Where the shade gon go When the heat come out Ima rain on hoes (yeah, yeah) Ima bank on shows Ain't a motherfuckin place that Iain't gon go (yeah, yeah) Go Drake on hoes, nonstop Ima get it till i can't no more (yeah, yeah) I'm good I'm tryin to be better Killed my old self They think I'm finna let up I can't stop now My time is getting precious The way that I been stepping I know they gon remember me Remember me They gon remember me Like what it ain't gonna be Ain't gon be They gonna remember me They gonna remember me They gonna remember me Pay attention watch my moves Don't wash my shoes like when I slide through Cause the dirt it match my shirt Had to work that's on the Bible Don't test gang bruh play for keeps That dope boy flow turn 8ths to keys We grind to get where you paid to be Your bitch bump my shit faithfully Big face Ben man he counting on me Left it in the back like southpaw feet I don't chase clout man the clout chase me I'm coming for the bread man I'm counting my cheese And I'm gonna stack till I can't no more Til the bank don't fold Til the checks don't stop And the hoes all bad And they love this shit Baby girl what you need Probably got it in the bag, though I'm good I'm tryin to be better Killed my old self They think I'm finna let up I can't stop now My time is getting precious The way that I been stepping I know they gon remember me Remember me They gon remember me Like what it ain't gonna be Ain't gon be They gonna remember me They gonna remember me They gonna remember me
Writer(s): Matthew Royer, William Stephen Newman, Dallas Nathaniel Gibson, Wooldridge Jared Michael, William David Haggard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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