Woke up this morning talked to the money asked do you love me
Woke up this morning talked to the money asked do you love me
She told me yeah I said okay then why you runnin' from me
Boy you gotta put some work in for it don't get comfortable on me
I'm goin' crazy think Ben Franklin just looked at me funny
Probably my imagination I been smoking skunky
So he say he wanna be with Jackson way back in the 20s
Reached in my pocket grabbed my knot and put it in with his buddies
The chosen one like I'm George Washington that's why they love me
I got a shoebox full of Grants makin' my closet chubby
Pussy come get back for your man nigga get off the clubby
I fuck with that four plus five we aint linkin' with nun
Got acquainted with a bro Hamilton from serving junkies
I met Jefferson on Esplen always made me feel lucky
Always knew people was watchin' and they probably judged me
Ain't my fault I'm too young for a job and find ways to make money
No from the bottom of they heart that they hate and they love me
I thought that nigga was the toughest went and kicked the bucket
Watch how you take it out the oven make sure it ain't runnin
Open the door with 44 like I'm Obama's cousin
Back on the 9 with 45 like I'm Donald Trumpin
If you drop a top five put Shum & Woubzz in it
I don't need a trainer nigga I know what to do with it
Baggin' up zips halfs and Qs do my groove with it
Dis beef come wit sides you gon' have to end up choosin it
Your baby daddy got hit in the dome in a whip
I told my bitch shhhh I'm on the phone with my bitch
Nigga think he low I see the nigga phone thru the tint
Now your brother gone I bet niggas won't troll us again
Baby I want somethin' to remember make it special
His hoe on my phone want me to put her in a pretzel
Baby can I fuck tonight even though I just met you?
I might pull a bitch hair out but I ain't gon' stress you
He said bitch you ain't never felt no real pressure
Be on a nigga's shoes cause I be a real steppers
BG run down on him with that oleee shit get hectic
This ain't what I pray for this is what I'm left with
Who would've knew before some niggas grew they be legends
GIP The gangsta murder9 protect me
Boy don't front yo move if you do it shit get messy
cause a bro tweakin' to spank sumn I only respect it
Bitch you ain't tryna do no team deathmatch
You ain't gettin' in no car if your man get whacked
Nigga reach over my plate I bet his hand get smacked
We been gettin' over niggas they say we ain't gettin' back
Lil bitch come and shake that ass for Shum racks
Welcome to the trap we got bows lean and crack
Had to make the glizzy louder for the niggas in the back
Like a baby in the ride we been sittin' niggas back on the men
Without hesitation or reservation
I declare that I do