Letra
Dis 4 the wait
Gotta trust the process
Dawg I promise dis shit on the way
Had da change my mindset
Time to do somethings another way
Wats a hundred thousand?
Wen a nigga seen 10hundred K's
I been really grindin for dis shit
Less on the conversation
Pull up to my city
You see dem foreign whips
Alot of Haitians
Shit ain't sweet on dis side
Naw he ain't tryin die bout it
I done went through Hell & L's
Ian cry about it
Fuck the coach jump in da game
Fuck i look like sidelining
(Huh)
Swerving in dat widebody
(Skrr)
My name ring bells
Watch wat you say you die about it
(Bahhh)
Money known da put points on da board
My nigga Ill get u laid up
Nigga tripping put trust in these bitches
He died he wanted to lay up
I neva lied bout how im living
I cannot fake it at all
STOP IT
Im type nigga dont care bout a price
If i want it den i cop it
(Whoaaa)
(HmHm)
Rich nigga shit
Im drinking Fiji it come out the fountain
(Woah)
Give me the dough
Im in my bag wit a hole lotta options
Dis 4 the wait
Gotta trust the process
Dawg I promise dis shit on the way
Had to change my mindset
Time to do somethings another way
Wats a hundred thousand?
Wen a nigga seen 10hundred K's
I been really grindin for dis shit
Less on the conversation
Pull up to my city
You see foreign whips alot of Haitians
Shit ain't sweet on dis side
Naw he ain't tryin to die bout it
I done went through Hell & L's
Ian cry about it
Fuck the coach jump in da game
Fuck i look like sidelining
Kno it's takin time
Dis one for my fans
All dem late nights i been chasing mine
They dont understand
Have You ever lost it all
Then got it back no helping hand
Down to yo last bill
But u turnt up now you need rubber bands
Don't know nothing other than
Get hot like ovens can
Dis for my niggas in da can
Let's Free em Out the pin
(FREE DEM PEOPLE)
Security at the venue but we got inside wit F&N's
Betta watch yo step
Fuck around wit us we playing chess again
You cant name a place i cant go
I just probably never been
Lil mama gettin naked I'm not Nelly but it's gettin
Hot in Here
(Hot Hot Hot)
Pop dat pussy real quick
$20's feels like $1's inside my pockets
Bitch no real shit (Real Shit)
Im having high standards but a nigga up my image (up it)
Fuck a label
Do this shit on my own
Im INDEPENDENT
Posted up on piedmont
Im wit K we talkin dead Friends
Plotting on some ways we can take a 50 and go and flip it
Wen you da CEO
You gotta handle business
Dis 4 the wait
Gotta trust the process
Dawg I promise dis shit on the way
Had to change my mindset
Time to do somethings another way
Wats a hundred thousand?
Wen a nigga seen 10hundred K's
I been really grindin for dis shit
Less on the conversation
Pull up to my city
You see foreign whips alot of Haitians
Shit ain't sweet on dis side you ain't trying to die bout it
I done went through Hell & L's
Ian cry about it
Fuck the coach jump in da game
Fuck i look like sidelining
Writer(s): Rodney Mcclain, Tydric Richardson
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