Pressure

Fuck sittin' 'round, wassup with them lames?

Tryna put some pointers in a fucking chain

Took bro down for chasing his dreams

But if it ain't 'bout no money, what the fuck you mean?

Told that bitch make me rich, she stripping through schemes

I'm in this bitch with my blick off two of them things

Hold on homie, heavy roll on me

Free Nasty, love the shooter, he ain't roll on me

I done raised some real niggas, I'm the big homie

And I still walk down and put this bitch on me

Told cuz he better plug in if he want him

I got it for the low but them Ohio niggas on it

Bring a bag to me, when she chose on me

Stomp down all that fag shit, I don't condone it

If you ain't tryna get no cash, bitch you couldn't want me

If you just talking 'bout a check, please don't talk to me

Just broke a bitch out in Texas for a soft twenty

She never saw me, never met me, but it's all money

In, in, that's how it's all coming

How I started, how I finish, tryna ball on 'em

That GA in me really in me, got it all from it

I know these broke niggas envy, what they want from me?

Got your hoe like ten and this pole on me

I was just on lockdown but I'm right back

Hit that nigga baby momma, he ain't like that

Beef with a nigga like me, I do shit like that

I got that check in the name, them hoes like that

Old bitch say I can't fuck from that non-pay, nigga

Fuck sittin' 'round, wassup with them lames?

Tryna put some pointers in a fucking chain

Took bro down for chasing his dreams

But if it ain't 'bout no money, what the fuck you mean?

Told that bitch make me rich, she stripping through schemes

I'm in this bitch with my blick off two of them things

Hold on homie, heavy roll on me

Free Nasty, love the shooter, he ain't roll on me