Letras
Hope her new nigga always acting fugazy
Switched up my timing
Now it's fuck you, pay me
Holding it down for so long drove me crazy
Real niggas don't hate me
Except if they lazy
Turned on the hustle, I quit wasting time
This shit in my soul
And money on my mind
Put in the work
All left to do is grind
We talking bout mil's, not just hundreds on the line
Got a new shawty, she fine
Slim thick and throw that ass back
While I spit my track
Put my name up on that NASDAQ
The way I'm getting cash
New whip, I ain't gone crash that
While I do the dash
Blue hundreds, in the backpack
Benji on the stacks
Big racks, make me forget about the past
Got me fighting all my demons
With these monkeys on my back
I been swimming in the deep end
Every weekend, that's a fact
Got me flossing, while they creeping
Why you think I keep a strap
Tell the dj play this track
Prince be jamming, while you hammered
Smoking weed up in the back
And got Random on it
Came up on a hit, like where's my plaque
Dj Cali got my back
It be rockets in the H
But I'm the one that's about to blast
If a hater say I'm fake
They probably owe me from the past
I been rolling, like I'm chosen
And the angels moving fast
And the angles looking rad
And my new bitch looking bad
Got damn
Guess this what it's like to be the man, yeah
Hope her new nigga always acting fugazy
Switched up my timing
Now it's fuck you, pay me
Holding it down for so long drove me crazy
Real niggas don't hate me
Except if they lazy
Turned on the hustle, I quit wasting time
This shit in my soul
And money on my mind