90 Day Run

Had to tighten up Yes (there ain't No Signal over here with) (there ain't No Signal over here, bitch) I'ma stack it all up so I can ball later Ain't leavin' nothin' on the table, I need all paper (yes) Rubber bands and flip phones, it's gettin' cold, so I'm back in that mode And if it's in my inventory, then that shit gettin' sold, whoa I can never slack with my hustle, no Anybody can get taxed, I'm a bubble I ain't even eatin' out, I ain't goin' to the club I'm done doin' niggas favors, I ain't showin' no love We gon' see who really want it, I really got this shit in me I could look broke as shit and still pry for the fifty Long as them bitches comin' in, then I'm gettin' 'em out My bitch know what's up with me, I can't sit in the house You can't get what you want if you livin' with doubt I get risky with the grind 'til I figure it out I don't give a fuck who she is, I ain't spendin' no paper I even put the jewelry up, them rubber bands, that's what made us I ain't never fallin' off, 'bout that bag, I get focused Niggas be broke tryna' flash what they had and I notice Nothin' against 'em, but I don't wanna be them niggas Camera on the side mirror so I see them niggas I'ma stack it all up so I can ball later Ain't leavin' nothin' on the table, I need all paper Rubber bands and flip phones, it's gettin' cold, so I'm back in that mode And if it's in my inventory, then that shit gettin' sold, whoa (sell it) I can never slack with my hustle, no Anybody can get taxed, I'm a bubble I ain't even eatin' out, I ain't goin' to the club I'm done doin' niggas favors, I ain't showin' no love I ain't showin' no love, nigga If you book me for a plug, then I want top dollar And if you book me for a pound, your ass outta line, oh I don't wanna see these niggas Serve 'em in third-person, I don't see these niggas I did this shit off the top of the dome, whoa (There ain't No Signal over here with) (there ain't No Signal over here, bitch)