Lyrics

They called my designer fake I can't blame them They're the same Who gets Louis for 40$ Back then I got finessed He flexed that lil 200$ But I flip it for more This hoe from New York I knew he was a dork Turning on me for a corny whore (Bitch ass nigga Fuck you) But how can I worry If the gym got me gorgeous I can get braggadocio Cuz I'm happy and healthy Only missing habibi Balenci' got me looking both ways Cuz with this drip I can't keep balance (WOAH) My bread is always full Green Lettuce, Tomatoes And red onion on top Meat and blue cheese below Deadbeats will rent on the net But how can I worry When they're beneath me The teeth on my Givenchy Aren't shows Used to put hoes on chokehold Lemme see if I wasn't lucky I'll be the type to buy a city And get them to disown you I'll be playing monopoly With MTL real soon Soon to be a superstar Doing big move And I just started I'd be mad too If a nigga was Doing more than me Making more than me Living better than me I'll be wealthy When my homies turn greedy When my enemies will sue me But I'm Blac KYD the MVP Always been an NWA I can't go down so Easily (EAZY E) Like I said How can I worry When they only wanna fit it While I'm happy and winning I'm a reminder of their failure I don't want followers I want money makers Kelis brings the milkshake Blackyd brings the bacon Who the fuck scaring me Bitch Get off my body The dough brings all the hoes to the yard And they're like, we're better with you Damn right, where were you before I could leave you, and it wouldn't matter
Writer(s): Sebastien Benjamin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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