Letras
Yeah they know exactly who I am
The chosen one init chosen one init
Gods own favorite
Yeah I just be out the way the whole time
Yeah I mean the whole time
I don't even got a hoe time
No foe time making money moves
Getting older all my moves
Gotta make sense I see clearly now
Gotta chase checks I see clearly now
Baking bread but we ain't got a bakery
Seen more checks than an accountant
Break more bread than the bakery
Make more money than my opps
While my opps busy making
more stories Why they broke
I broke they heart I ran my money up
It's gets so Lonely at the top I roll a weed
Call my bros yo pull up on me
Yeah the sun shining on me
But i was in that storm all alone
Was drowning in my sorrows
Talked to God man I need to get paid
Put in work this ain't luck
Yeah you know this ain't luck
I Was lurking round the neighborhood
Looking for a lick to hit
Ain't found one
Need the right play
need the right pay
Trynna run my money up
need the right play
Trynna make it out the trenches
Need the right play
need the right pay
Yeah all my niggas getting paid
Rollies diamonds AP's yeah yeah