Lyrics

They know what it do Always got my own never needed yours I don't feel I did nothing until I'm in the Forbes We the wave your a lame so your on shore Went from the basement and ended up on the top floor It got ugly had to double up from a loss Gotta speak to the receptionist before the boss Not a thing about me broke Even though I broke the law Took a pic wit your bitch on my way up out the mall Trying to flip rap money just made some investments Young playing with them Techs You get the message I can't wait to roll my own strand when I'm stressing Been in it for the win ain't coming in second Heard they hating trying to stop my grind I could never let em hold me down Oh no Can't pick up the phone I'm movin We was really playin them trenches them long nights. Had to admit I was trippin and lost sight Show up to a all black party in all white Take a step back to stack it it's alright Business on the internet Y'all be into that Pay me if you want a verse or I ain't about to rap They had yo type of kind in mind when they invented cap Palisadez where ima have my bday dinner at Seen so many lose Had to learn the rules Better pick and choose And don't look confused Didn't have the recipe now he sauced up Cuz he remember being broke until he bossed up ayedoe! Heard they hating tryna stop my grind I could neva let em hold me down Oh no Can't pick up the phone I'm movin
Writer(s): Doris Wilson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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