Luv my gang
Luv my slat
Luv my bed
Lotta bread
Making bands
Making stacks
Counting racks
Signing checks
Hoe hoe hoe three more hoes
Ez bands ez racks
Seby money, getting stacks and you know that it's a fact
They said "Young Seby, where you been at?" I'm just rappin this beat
This ain't Nahmir, This is Seby but I'm taking a seat
All my broskis on the guard like a border patrol
But yeah we glow on the go and the money always grows
Got a hoe, in Monroe
She a baddie and she know
She woke up 2 o'clock
Grab her phone and Light a rock
Go to a club, bought a ticket stub
Bottle of bub, Pour it up baby bottoms up and she sober up
I'm Young Seby I will never change
Never switching lanes
I get hate, I get fame
whatever happens I'm the same
If you get the fame you will get the fake you will get the snake
But I don't care, shooting for the top, I do this for the bop
Luv my gang
Luv my slat
Luv my bed
Lotta bread
Making bands
Making stacks
Counting racks
Signing checks
Hoe hoe hoe three more hoes
Ez bands ez racks
Seby money, getting stacks and you know that it's a fact
Hunnid racks in my bag
I aint lookin at the tag
I got zero luck
But I never lose my stacks
Fuck these hoes, Other hoe
Yeah I know her name is rose
Yeah I love the way she blows
Fuck it lemme change the flow
Yuh Yuh lemme change the flow
All these money overflows
You cant chase us you so slow
Keep on hatin
That's the reason why you keep on fakin
Now we levitating
Wonder all these bitches keep on chasin
Money money on the safe
Get the supra andale
High speed ridin on the way
We don't play, we don't play
Imma hit you on your head
I wont stop until you're dead
Now go hide under your bed
Cause these bullets gonna spread