BORN2BEGREAT

Lil' more

Lot of **** saying I was done and shit, man

Shut the fuck up with that shit

Y'all don't know what the fuck a young **** got going on, for real

You **** always talking and shit, man

Shut the fuck up with that shit

I don't fuck with these ****, no way (I need it, gotta have it)

I was born to make my own way (I'ma keep it, that real-ass ****)

I got models all over my place

I got drugs, that shit on the table (Baby, I salute you)

She wan' pop the pussy on the camera (Can't nobody come before you)

She my fave, but I cannot have her (I'll be your Bonnie)

I get fried and hide from the camera

I got five on my head like bandana (This shit criss-cross)

I got five different hoes in Atlanta

I got fired from my job and went back home and put my heart on instrumentals, yeah, yeah

If this **** got somethin' to say, **** gotta come say that shit to my face

Get a fuck **** hit with the 'K, I've been working all day, I don't got time to play

Yeah-yeah-yeah

Yeah-yeah-yeah

(Working all day) Okay

(Huh, working all day) Okay (Yeah, huh)

"I see you got a lil' money on you, what you think that you big shit now?"

That what my momma said to me, I swear to God, I ain't let a tear fall down

Hoo (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)

Shit get hard, but, bitch, I'm a soldier

You **** just boys, I don't know what they told you

You **** ain't men, these **** some hoes

I got this bad bitch, tippity-toes

She wait for me patient 'til I get home

I got this bad bitch all on the road

She say I'm the one, and she know what fuck goin'

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I need it, gotta have it, I'ma keep it, that real-ass ****)

I got this bad bitch all on the road

She say I'm the one, and she know what fuck goin' (Baby, I salute you, can't nobody come before you, I'll be your Bonnie)

I don't fuck with these ****, no way

I was born to make my own way

I got models all over my place

I got drugs, that shit on the table

She wan' pop the pussy on the camera

She my fave, but I cannot have her

I get fried and hide from the camera

I got five on my head like bandana (This shit criss-cross)

I got five different hoes in Atlanta

I got fired from my job and went back home and put my heart on instrumentals, yeah, yeah

If this **** got somethin' to say, **** gotta come say that shit to my face

Get a fuck **** hit with the 'K, I've been working all day, I don't got time to play

Play

Huh

Yeah, yeah

I need it, gotta have it, I'ma keep it, that real-ass ****