Lyrics

I promise my momma I'ma get out of the game
When I got a couple commas and a M by my name
All about a dollar, wasn't never 'bout the fame
Still riding 'round with my product, so I guess I oughta pray
Still riding 'round with my product, so I guess I oughta pray
(Get) go pick up the T-Mobile
My Deniro coming with brown paper bags
Breadwinner motor car, exotic paper tags
Four and a half-way, a hundred 26 grams
H-A-T-E, cooking all base, yate, come and grab
All the season on the loud pack, concealing in the bag
Moved my momma out to Alimeda, now I'm going big
50K up in the tucked spot, flipping out the Despot
Pulled over, truck searched, but they missed a hundred bands
Mac Dre engineered, 'bout to hit me with the check
Green dots to the pen, told my **** to relax
Bricks finna land, my **** Gunna hit the 'Yac
Just come out of jail, I ain't tell, did it flat
I don't give a damn
I promise my momma I'ma get out of the game
When I got a couple commas and a M by my name
All about a dollar, wasn't never 'bout the fame
Still riding 'round with my product, so I guess I oughta pray
Feel like all I need is one more flip
Take one more trip and that's it
Feel like all I need is one more flip
Take one more trip and that's it
Two suitcases, 50 zips, a hundred bands
New blue faces, get to counting, run it back
Yo, boo blue-faced, I'm in her mouth
She loves to gag, don't want no new cases
Too many mouses running traps
Then getting gassed, living fast, these are just the facts
I just did math, move the pack and get another pack
The first time I came in last, I had enough of that
I took my L and lost like a boss, then I doubled that
Probably get it cheaper than a lot of your people
Gotta prove you got the money if you want me to meet you
I ain't never trust nobody 'cause a lot of them see-through
Never fear another man, if he can cut, he gon' bleed too
I promise my momma I'ma get out of the game
When I got a couple commas and a M by my name
All about a dollar, wasn't never 'bout the fame
Still riding 'round with my product, so I guess I oughta pray
Feel like all I need is one more flip
Take one more trip and that's it
Feel like all I need is one more flip
Take one more trip and that's it
Feel like all I need is one more flip
Take one more trip and that's it
I just did math, move the pack and get another pack
Move the pack and get another pack
Feel like all I need is one more flip
Take one more trip and that's it
My, my Deniro coming with brown paper bags, bags
Bricks finna land
Feel like all I need is one more flip
Take one more trip and that's it
Written by: Kevin Gates
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