Hey Wanna Make An Album
Hot in the coupe, then I get in a Rari
I made a band, plus a band, Did It Twice, then
I got a toe on my lap like I'm seven
I did this shit on my own with my records
Me and JB in the stu, smashin' records
I put the toe at his toe, it is madlin
Me and my bros in the zone, no, we never tellin
Yeah, the bag is what we get, the bag is what we sellin
Gettin' cash, makin' records, gettin' cash, gettin' money
I been gettin' cash, pussy boy, I'm gettin' to the hundreds
Yeah, drop my song, nigga, you know that I'm stunnin
If a nigga ever see me, guarantee a nigga gunnin', yeah
Dumpin' out the four, man, pussy boy, I'm playin' out
Like shootin' at your whip, it's gon' hit, I'ma bang back
Bangin' out the whip, I don't talk shit, I bang that ho
Goin' band for band, that's a plan, where that check at
Cash flowin' in, every day, gettin' chased, yeah
Nigga on that fuck shit, but always ask for bread, yeah
Talk shit, can't handle the mob shit
Like, girl, I'm tryna fuck you, pull up on the side of my cockpit
Like, niggas in the back of the booth with that raw shit
Nigga always talk, I'm not near, but never try shit, yeah
Niggas in the booth with cats, cuz they cap a lot
Got bitches in the back of whips, and niggas always drop that tie, yeah
Hot in the coupe, then I get in a Rari
I made a band, plus a band, Did It Twice, then
I got a toe on my lap like I'm seven
I did this shit on my own with my records
Me and JB in the stu, smashin' records
I put the toe at his toe, it is madlin
Me and my bros in the zone, no, we never tellin
Yeah, the bag is what we get, the bag is what we sellin
Gettin' cash, makin' records, gettin' cash, gettin' money
I been gettin' cash, pussy boy, I'm gettin' to the hundreds
Yeah, drop my song, nigga, you know that I'm stunnin
If a nigga ever see me, guarantee a nigga gunnin', yeah
Boy, I been stuntin' from show to show
My day is divided from hoe to hoe
I'm covered in water from head to toe
My niggas can tell you to drop the low
Mindin' them rungas for stow to stow
While whippin' a jig, got them feelin' slow
While bringin' them back to the place I go
My money is mine in no place, I owe
I do the time before the past that I can't contain
I'm just dealin' with the trauma, never complain
Uh, cause I really grew a lot from my own pain
Livin' so fast, livin' at my own pace
Livin' so fast, at my own pace
Plenty niggas switched up for the gold age