Lyrics
My best friend tried to make me lose
Never fighting over hoes
We was fighting over shoes
Now I flexed up and got my loot
When he ain't had it, I gave him loot
Told every thot that I made the rules
'Work for the devil, he can't make the rules
Cut to his face, that's one hell of a shoot
I'm at that top, bro,
I'm at that top, bro, like Raymond Stereo
619 that bih just like Raymond Stereo
I thought I'm got him, they gotta pay me more
Shot that boy, then cut the check
I pissed up, dressed up in rick
I might serve that Prada bag
See that boy, now I'm gettin' rich
Most my friends ain't switched up
Most my friends ain't switched up
I can't stop, sipping codiene
Yeah it's in my system
My best friend tried to make me lose
Never fighting over hoes
We was fighting over shoes
Now I flexed up and got my loot
When he ain't had it, I gave him loot
Told every thot that I made the rules
Work for the devil, he can't make the rules
Cut to his face, that's one hell of a shoot
I'm at that top, bro, yo
I'm at that top, bro, like Raymond Stereo
6 19 that bih just like Raymond Stereo
I thought I'm got him, they gotta pay me more
Shot that boy, then cut the check
I pissed up, dressed up in rickety
I might serve the crowd a bit
See that boy, now I'm gettin' rich