Lyrics

It's the year 2008, I'm getting kicked up out the crib Steady contemplating where the fuck I'm 'bout to live Mama died same year my sister had the kid It was either feed the fam or get killed So a nigga said fuck it 5 of us puttin' up for one room, landlord straight buggin' Roaches on the ceiling, living room straight thuggin' Should've been left but the trap stayed bunkin' Nigga yeah yeah, big time, big time Ring so swole you would think it did time Swear I told you niggas for the 5th time I'ma get mine, yeah I got a ring so big, call the shit big time She don't wanna fuck me, man that bitch lyin' I've been on the get a billion dollar, rich grind In the studio, I'm skating like a inline Sorry I went Kristi Yamaguchi with the dope Teachers called me stupid, now I'm stupid with the flow Stupid with the whip game, stupid bankroll Stupid ass nigga, getting stupid paid shows I've been on the road Now a nigga know my way around, yeah yeah Big time, cuban chain weigh me down, yeah yeah Flying private, I can turn the plane around, yeah yeah These niggas pissy that we stayed around, yeah yeah Hop in another one nigga Get back in another one nigga Get back in another one nigga, woah Hop in another one nigga We back with another one nigga Came back in another one nigga, woah I told, I told you all I know how I'ma get mine I told, I told you all I know, I know Hop in another one nigga Yeah hop out another one nigga Get back in another one nigga, woah Hop in another one nigga We back with another one nigga Get back in another one nigga, woah My wrist is froze like Kristi Yamaguchi Skating on them, Kristi Yamaguchi We wash a nigga talkin' at us loosely Skating on them, Kristi Yamaguchi You love the sound, uh, don't fuck around, uh 458, I dropped it in the Winter Big homie asked a nigga what I'm down for Looked him in the eye and said to do it 'til I'm bigger than ya I'm whopping zans off, kicked out the house in Brampton Had a nigga trappin' out in Danforth Takeing TTC to get the figures, just me my lil nigga Ain't have no hittas with us Was with the thugs, dealers, plugs, killers and slugs All my niggas was plugs, all my bitches was dubs Left me out when I was tryna make it did what it does Can't forget about the drought when they put 6 in my plug Only thing I gotta do is get my mom out the mud Only thing I gotta do is get it poppin' and blow it Only thing I gotta do is hit my wrist with the soda Niggas thought it was over, but bitch I live by the slogan I told you Hop in another one nigga Get back in another one nigga Get back in another one nigga, woah Hop in another one nigga We back with another one nigga Came back in another one nigga, woah I told, I told you all I know how I'ma get mine I told, I told you all I know, I know Hop in another one nigga Yeah hop out another one nigga Get back in another one nigga, woah Hop in another one nigga We back with another one nigga Get back in another one nigga, woah It's a 70/30 chance I won't fuck with you niggas It's a 70/30 chance I might fuck up them digits In the bottom where them niggas they ain't fuck with you nigga Now you're up and they feel like they should be up with you nigga I remember nights when I was starving and hungry and ballin' and bummy And busted cause my car wasn't running and woah Doggy all I want is a onion The game it was callin' me audibly like someone come fronted, but no Niggas never gave a nigga nothing Fuck I look like giving niggas something? Made 100K this week, that's on my dead mama Spend a 117 and I ain't even know it Dawg I swear my coldest nights it wasn't even snowing Mama told me since a youngin' I would be a soldier I played the watch out on the block you used to see me scopin' Respect the shooters that said "Youngin' go we about to blow this" Hop in another one nigga Get back in another one nigga Get back in another one nigga, woah Hop in another one nigga We back with another one nigga Came back in another one nigga, woah I told, I told you all I know how I'ma get mine I told, I told you all I know, I know Hop in another one nigga Yeah hop out another one nigga Get back in another one nigga, woah Hop in another one nigga We back with another one nigga Get back in another one nigga, woah It's the year 2009 and I done found myself a crib I ain't got no dough, but I done found myself a bitch Dollars and success is what my niggas tryna get Young as fuck but fake ID gon' get me in the VIP I done said fuck school, fuck the teachers and the public I rather count this money with the thuggers and the junkies The teachers used to tell me "Boy you ain't gon' amount to nothing" The only love I felt was from the dealers and the hustlers We gon' do the most, so tell them niggas GABOS Seen my nigga RV, and went and copped him a Ghost Through the windshield, the centerfold on the door Ten below on you hoes, getting dough on you folks Getting dough on these fours, getting money and shows These checks are looking silly, I'm getting funny on hoes Funny how I'm stuntin' in somethin' flooded tin stones Put them honeys on hold, put them runners on go Secure the bag Hop in another one nigga Get back in another one nigga Get back in another one nigga, woah Hop in another one nigga We back with another one nigga Came back in another one nigga, woah I told, I told you all I know how I'ma get mine I told, I told you all I know, I know Hop in another one nigga Yeah hop out another one nigga Get back in another one nigga, woah Hop in another one nigga We back with another one nigga Get back in another one nigga, woah
Writer(s): Sarah Johnson, Daystar Peterson, Daniel Gonzalez, Carl Anthony Caruso Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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