Lyrics

Look me in my eyes, nigga, I'ma win I'ma get this money, nigga, I'ma live First nigga in my family with some legal bread Had to risk it all just to win big I could stack them hunnids to the roof I ain't stopping 'til they stack to the moon Nigga, without me, my family wouldn't have food Anybody go against me gotta lose (Helluva made this beat, baby) 90's baby but I get to that money like '86 again Lost pops and fell off, we back rich again Gotta thank God for that prison bid Music got us looking like the family's selling bricks again Been on tour, been on TV, own businesses Still I pull up with that stick and flip the whip you in (Brr) You don't wanna hear bout indictments in the case I caught Then, bitch, quit listening (Turn off) Free Mar Mar, he innocent I was in the county indigent, now my pendant lit Bitches love me, they go crazy 'bout that real nigga shit Used to be a young follower, I was ignorant If you don't want me to fuck her, go everywhere with that bitch, nigga I'll drop a bird on your head That chopper'll blow a third of the nerves out your head Talking cash, shit, and we murdering that man When they put them teddy bears on the curb for your ass, you lost Look me in my eyes, nigga, I'ma win I'ma get this money, nigga, I'ma live First nigga in my family with some legal bread Had to risk it all just to win big I could stack them hunnids to the roof I ain't stopping 'til they stack to the moon Nigga, without me, my family wouldn't have food Anybody go against me gotta lose 700K in here and my bag in this room But it's only for your eyes, why your man's in this room? I don't know if he a snitch, now it's blood on your hands If you think I'm 'bout to let him leave alive, you a fool Got a record deal, my label don't like you when I hang out (For real) And let me know that they ain't know me 'fore I came out Kevin Liles, I know it's a risk to have these chains out But I'm that same nigga that'll knock a nigga brains out Ex bitch ran off with the Rollie, hope she make it stretch I could've kicked her lil' dirty ungrateful ass But I'm more mad at myself for tryna date her, ayy Plus I make 30 for a show, so I'ma make it back Used to order Wendy's fries, bring a shake with that Now its Benihana rice, put some steak on that The Mustang used to always run out of gas Now I'm in that Wraith, touch the paint and it's a body bag, nigga Look me in my eyes, nigga, I'ma win I'ma get this money, nigga, I'ma live First nigga in my family with some legal bread Had to risk it all just to win big I could stack them hunnids to the roof I ain't stopping 'til they stack to the moon Nigga, without me, my people wouldn't have food Anybody go against me gotta lose I wanna see niggas win but everybody, you can't eat around Some niggas, I wouldn't even go to sleep around They had the bag, but ain't help me when they see me down Same niggas DM'ing me tryna be around Bitch, they see that Wraith and they think Meek around Can't be around on choppers the [?] three around Come get your friendly ass bitch before I beat her down After I fuck, never again will she be around It's crazy when your own people wanna bring you down These niggas don't even know what they wanna beef about He shot at me, and that's somethin' I can't sleep about Drop his mama, leave the town, bitch, we even now (Brr) How you gon' motivate the youth, rapping that gangster shit? This what they like, so I'ma make the shit But even still, this my life, I gotta claim this shit So even if they didn't like it, I ain't changing shit, nigga Look me in my eyes, nigga, I'ma win I'ma get this money, nigga, I'ma live First nigga in my family with some legal bread So I can buy whatever ice, buy whatever crib I could stack them hunnids to the roof I ain't stopping 'til they stack to the moon, nigga Without me, my family wouldn't have food Anybody go against me gotta lose, nigga
Writer(s): Terry Wallace, Martin Mccurtis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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