Lyrics
Hoes tripping
The cash soon flipping
Tryna win it all with a mic like Scottie Pippen
Ask me where I be I'm in the booth writing writtens
Or I'm in a booth popping off Ciroc with your Mrs
I tried to show the vision but dem man ain't wanna listen
So I cut dem dickheads out my life ain't talking circumcision
Kept my circle small them old friends I ain't miss em
Cah I'm out here with my brothers and the money is our mission
Cah we chasing cash
Tryna live life out to the max
I'm tryna spend a band on some rubber bands
N lately I been tryna be the bigger man
But bro really showed hate when I know you my biggest fan
N trusting a bitch was the biggest scam
I'd rather get my ps straight mind right catch a flight
See a sight
Funny how they hating but give advice
Bill a zoot for the peace ay bro can you pass the light
Just a young buck tryna live the finer life
All the fancy shit the things I used to fantasise
Kept my circle tight so no bitch you can't get inside
Journey to the top is just me money and the guys
And I had to let shit go ain't no point in feeling pride
As they say the grass is greener on the other side
Up at late nights 4 am eyes wide focused on the prize fam its only money on my mind
Shawty think I love her man she must be snorting white
Sit up on a view and I take it all in
Phone on dnd so man stop calling
Im up in the booth till the morning
The booth till I'm balling
No clutch in the whip so I ain't stalling
And this love shit no I can't fall in
Swear I don't even feel anymore but my pockets still need to get filled no Foden
Why would I make this cash just to get some hoes in
Man fuck that I'd rather bring the bros in
Im mummy's only child shit I guess I'm chosen
Brodie did it to himself man I been told him
So I ain't got the time or the energy
My flows too sick music be my remedy
Hate all you want but you still won't be my enemy
Im moving onto better things so I can be a better me
This life that we live I don't understand
Your biggest hater hunnid percent be your biggest fan
I'm putting god first I'm tryna be a better man
Don't be controlling these hoes just let her fam
And if my bro gets birded I'm writing letters fam
They was talking all this crud when I was tryna sell a gram
They be chatting all this nonsense I've been hell n back
Now I'm conversating with my bros bill a paper plan
I mean bill a paper plane
They just see the smiles and sunshine but don't see the rainy days
I'm just tryna chase the bag and see better days
Same shit different day back-strap levitate
My main bitch on the phone say she tryna fornicate
But I'm tryna chase the bag so I don't know about today
I hustle everyday tryna put food up on my plate
So I gotta concentrate ain't got time to celebrate
And I be cooking in the booth just tryna formulate
Cos we tryna get paid no this time can't go to waste
Thought u were my bro but he be moving hella
Snakey
Ima brush that on my shoulder and gonna wait for this to pay me
And when you see me shining u done paid your price Katie
My pockets were slim when you was moving all shady
Can't wait till I'm pulling up in whips no slavery
One hand on my lady and her head game be crazy
Just a young boy tryna chase the rack
Girl hop in the whip she looking pretty like a Tenco pack
Phone on DND so no I ain't gon hit you back
sit up on a view front or back which way do I strap
Toke it then I hit the booth
steady working on these tracks
Swear I only speak the truth
while these bruddas telling cap
Bros still chasing hoes I told him man it's never that
Go get you some dough then I promise they gon chase you back