Lyrics
Run up a milli then hop out the cut with the vert
They hit my line for the work
Sticks like the Navy
On top of these niggas live gravy
Gave them the route like i'm Brady
She think ima cheater
She think I fuck with a eater
Cut that hoe off I don't need her
Run up that money for D then I split with my team and I promise I ain't here for the fame
I put a Rollie on niggas who never had money they only goin bang for the gang
They told me Jaywall you rapping, you capping, you made it and came back and act like you changed
Maybe I changed cause they never believed in dreams and the things that I set to achieve
We never having the money on Christmas, I told my lil brother we got to believe
How ima sleep when they fighting with bullets they killing the rested a stepper lil Steve
His momma she worried he all in the streets with that work after church he went straight to the G
Jeans on me Miri
Glock on me holding a 30
Creep on that nigga we sent a few hoes they my birdies
They keep me in the rotation
They let me know where the money and jewelry located
Call me the preacher
This ain't a Hem it's a Demon
Straight to the bank cause I need it
We hit the Sax
We spent like 30 on racks on the Gucci they ain't even release yet
You giving up on the rapping but you putting time into trapping
You rather work
You stay in the dirt
You rather be on a shirt
Bitch I don't get it
If I talk my shit like i'm Wendy and all my designer is Fendi
Keys to the Bentley
Cartier eyes they ain't friendly
Ain't with the talking the Woo lady see where I'm headed
I got you right on the ropes
Hit you like Tyson the goat
We getting faded
Hop on the beat like It's baby
Hoe suck the crew for relation
Bto shit yea i'm cooking
Heating up like i'm a oven
You better put on a muffin
I gave your hoe everything cause she grew up with nothing