Lyrics

Dreams of rollie on bust down Imma get how I live Whole life I been famous Never really had shit Now I'm back on my flame god A boogie with the hits While fam broke they wrist Seen the hustle since a kid Now I go crazy and setting trends Give her this dope This medicine Been in the game Imma veteran And I'm moving on up like The Jeffersons Imma go get it say fuck her prolly Geeked off the money don't need a molly Flame ladi dadi I like to party And my drip is the latest you niggas sorry Made it from nothin I had a vision Had to grind to every day even pay attention Make sure you know when make decisions Hit it from back now I'm breaking tension Happy go lucky go get the money I Thizzle dance I don't do the Dougie I'm from the Crest and I'm reppin dummy Niggas is jokers and hella funny Can you adore me for sure reward me Come in the clutch young Robert Horry Keep that shit real don't be telling stories All of these hits feel like Berry Gordy I need a mill talking max max Used to hustle at school out the backpack Know I had pack where the sacks at My brothas was eating no cap facts Dick chiropractic make her back crack Had a great game had to pat stats Droppa gone drop you yea bag back T.I.Z.O. we known like a hashtag Haters gone hate but they all know me And I noticed the fake cus they all showed me I love 100s and 50s we all brodies Take my pack to Montana and call Tony Yea take the pack to Montana and call Tony Finna run up a check cause we all hungry Niggas hate and debate cuz they all phony Yea yea Yea take the pack to Montana and call Tony Make the cash triple yea all hunnids Ain't no bitches for em cus they all on me God damn Drip when I want got a big head Red carpet swag like my fit bled In love with the flame what the bitch said Go get my own naw I can't beg Take that lil risk for the bizag Suckas is salty and mizad Flame in this bitch I'm yo dizad Millions up next I'm so glizad Yea take the pack to Montana and call Tony Finna run up a check cause we all hungry Niggas hate and debate cus they all phony Yea yea Yea take the pack to Montana and call Tony Make the cash triple yea all hunnids Ain't no bitches for em cus they all on me God damn
Writer(s): Tra'mayne Bondurant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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