Music Video

Featured In

Lyrics

Greatness Jones They say I'm amazing, I just do it like it's regular Now I've got these A&R's and niggas on my cellular You ain't gotta say it, you already know I'm winning bitch On the road to riches, so much bookings I can't count that shit Ride in rotation, I'm never waiting, I be percolating I'm talking money to these bitches I'm the conversation The blue print on my J's, I'ma rock the nation I'm the fucking best, yeah I'm the best, there ain't no debating Game is for the taking, you ain't gotta give it to me Be watching all my movements, now these bitches moving shifty I'm a big fish, a Dolphin, you're a little Pickney Europe, UAE and U.S. fuck up any city Uh, I'm busy getting a tan Get me a couple of cans If you try fuck up my plans Get in these hands Busting out the ban Riding, do it for the gang Do it for the fam Do it for the fans Ride for me, Stan I don't ever slack All I spit is crack Run it back Flip a pack Putting Wooly on the map Fucking proud, and I'm Black Shit is magic, that's a fact Get the message, fuck a fax Run it up to the max I don't ever front, I can do whatever I want I might go to Church today then tomorrow hit cunch And I've got a couple girls but I don't need a bunch We ain't gotta pop a billi', we just pull up and we stunt Ay, make it clap Fuck it up, throw it back Get that money, watch it stack Make it flip, run it back Ay, make it clap Fuck it up, throw it back Get that money, watch it stack Make it flip, run it back Ay, make it clap Fuck it up, throw it back Get that money, watch it stack Make it flip, run it back Ay, make it clap Fuck it up, throw it back Get that money, watch it stack Make it flip, run it back Ay Baby I'm a boss, on my job I don't ever lack You ain't got no balls, plus you whack, you can get the sack Got a vegan nigga still he eat the pussy, kill the cat And I'll kill a rat, plotting on my cheese in the trap All I do is show and prove, Honey I don't ever lose In the Stu, while you snooze, getting high, on the booze South Berm in the blue, you might see me cutting through With my darg, maybe two, swag cold, got the flu Eenie meenie miney mo, catch a nigga on his toes If he got no loyalty for me, I have to let him go Oh you got some side bitches Please don't make me smack a hoe You need to be saving money before you be saving those I'm busy getting the bag You don't wanna get me mad More money fab Run along slag Said they looking for the baddest bitch Well I'm it Bitch, tag Blow a bag, pop a tag Grab a bite, then I order me a cab Ooh Oo I need me a car Boy you're messing with a star Chilling out in Budapest with Char Thinking I'ma go far Don't compare me to her Sorry, nah that's a par I graft and I grind Success on my mind Coming from the slum, never been a bum On the block, going dumb You know I already won, do it all for my Mum And I only just begun, need a lump and a sum Fuck it up just for fun Ayy! Make it clap Fuck it up, throw it back Get that money, watch it stack Make it flip, run it back Ay, make it clap Fuck it up, throw it back Get that money, watch it stack Make it flip, run it back Ay, make it clap Fuck it up, throw it back Get that money, watch it stack Make it flip, run it back Ay, make it clap Fuck it up, throw it back Get that money, watch it stack Make it flip, run it back Ay
Writer(s): Corey Woods, Clifford Smith, Ronald Bean, Dennis Coles, Angela Neal, Lamont Hawkins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out