Survive

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) I been through a whole lotta things With different niggas every time they say they got me Them niggas turn around and change But, Lord, please let this be the one 'Cause I'm prayin' to you now with my hand right by my gun My city turned me to a city girl Had to get the bills paid, ain't no love in this city, girl They was gossipin' in nail shops I was runnin' up the stores, tryna see did the jwett pop Condos under CPN's Just to get my money up, had to cut off the middleman Middleman and some fake friends Now I'm sitting in this Benz, just me and my fucking ends They be like "JT, what's yo' definition of a city girl?" Shit, survive You know Get that mo'fucking money Don't stop 'Cause a lot of motherfuckers be wanting you to stop Get they ass, Miami Mama came home, I put her on that (period) Boosting for them clothes to get my own check (God did) Straight from the projects to a new Patek (yeah) Good neck from a billionaire on Leariet's (woo!) I done seen bitches lie on my name But it came with the fame Ho, that's why you mad as fuck I can't help that them dirty ass bitches getting sad They mad, they probably had the baddest luck Big Bottega in the Bentley truck (yeah) White toe stepper, Cartier buffs (stepper) Bitches want smoke while I'm on the jet with Puff Young bitch from Miami got a nigga tryna cuff You know what, JT? The only thing that I can tell you is I'm a motherfuckin' city girl And that's gettin' this money by any means necessary If that's what you wanna call it I guess it's called survival Hahaha Shit Get that motherfuckin' money