Yeah
You been working
Damn right I see you
Lame niggas wanna fuck you
And hating bitches wanna be you
Won't get off I put on, all of my people
You like a nigga that keep his mouth closed, and I won't tell your secrets
And god knows that I'm chose, fuck niggas be lying
Let that nigga try it
Like a pan ima' fry him
Ain't making friends I want dollars, that's bills, that's currency
Got 25 in the clip, plus 8 in this Nina, that's 33
Fuck nigga ain't heard of me
Say he wanna murder me?
I be killin that pussy, niggas just can't make her cum but she squirt for me
All of that watching, pay attention, you can learn from me
Is you riding for sure? I don't need no uncertainty
I'm with my hittas, we laying low with big sticks
That nigga petty, the type of nigga to nitpick
Rely on my cutter to light the way, get lit lit
Fuck a eye for eye, nigga play with mine, he lose a Limb
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
You been working
Damn right I see you
Lame niggas wanna fuck you
And hating bitches wanna be you
Won't get off I put on, all of my people
You like a nigga that keep his mouth closed, and I won't tell your secrets
And god knows that I'm chose, fuck niggas be lying
Let that nigga try it
Like a pan ima' fry him
Ain't making friends I want dollars, that's bills, that's currency
Got 25 in the clip, plus 8 in this Nina, that's 33
Hate to be you
Hate to be you
Hate to be you
I'd hate to be you
I'd hate to be you
I'd hate to be you
Hate to be you
I'd hate to be you
Nigga quit talking gangsta' on the track you know you won't hit nu'n
Lacing up my timbs, I'm trying to squash, I'm trying to squish sum
Fuck all of that flexing, I ain't tryna look rich, I'm tryna get millions
Said you wouldn't snitch, 12 applied that pressure then you gave him up
Stayed down, stayed down, stay down till I'm up up
Only know about tough love, went broke they said "tough luck"
In god we trust, besides him, its no one above us
Got out quick as fuck, niggas wanted me stuck
I'm trying to get rich as fuck
No playing, send him up
Won't do no more business with me, he know I'ma stick him up
Grieving my dead homies, I just gotta live it up
Can't see these straps inside this beamer, bitch it's tinted up
You been working
Damn right I see you
Lame niggas wanna fuck you
And hating bitches wanna be you
Won't get off I put on, all of my people
You like a nigga that keep his mouth closed, and I won't tell your secrets
And god knows that I'm chose, fuck niggas be lying
Let that nigga try it
Like a pan ima' fry him
Ain't making friends I want dollars, that's bills, that's currency
Got 25 in the clip, plus 8 in this Nina, that's 33