Lyrics
They was frisking at the door I still got a ratchet
They know im balling no 2K my hood like March Madness
Roasta accurate with that stick he'll still get a basket
The opps see me not they mad they dont know how it happen
Before I go Hollywood im moving to Calabasas
10 thousand dollars in Alabama playing 2k and madden
I know they told me its my time but I aint got the Patek
I got the sauce and the dressing she wanna fuck my fashion
Balenciagas im steppin out in some brand new Kappa
Tryna find a way for that bag im playing search and capture
Straight out the trenches bitch im not your average local rapper
Im in the Stu on them addys im going crazy crazy
All my bitches the baddest but she my baby baby
And I been getting that bag I count up daily daily
And really i dont wanna move unless they pay me pay me
See real hate in yo eyes thats why I separated
Them people knew I wasn't average I had to make a way
The lil bitch know I aint average she tryna have my baby
She know i got some young money on me im dedicated
My jewelry shine like a Christmas tree bitch im decorated
My chain shine like a lighthouse ma we finally made it
My rolex came presidential its not from Ronald Regan
What you gone do for that money?
I did some shit in my past and its haunting me
I seen some snakes in the grass I didn't cut it I just let it grow
Trackhawk super geeked lapped them like Usain Bolt
Just tryna stay focused when you come from the projects
They was all in my business till the Jets turned private
Push up panoramic, which one I want I picked them like Jalen Ramsey
I came from the bottom now im on the way up
Ill rather up and shoot it ill let them **** lay up
Take my own charge, these **** fouling
Cut a square in the door, im tryna let my dogs in
Im on percs i dont want nomore Xans
Im in the Stu on them addys im going crazy crazy
All my bitches the baddest but she my baby baby
And I been getting that bag I count up daily daily
And really i dont wanna move unless they pay me pay me
See real hate in yo eyes thats why I separated
Them people knew I wasn't average I had to make a way
The lil bitch know I aint average she tryna have my baby
She know i got some young money on me im dedicated
My jewelry shine like a Christmas tree bitch im decorated
I know my grand mammy proud of me
Im praying more and im staying patient
Look how we got it out the mud we some sand babies
You the type to throw the rocks and hide yo hand aina
Its real **** in my section you cant stand in it
You made that mess you gotta lay in it, stand in it
I fucked first quarter she aint never seen a mansion
Tryna see 100 bands first quarter i aint bragging
But going back broke i cant imagine it
Blowing wedding cake it just came out the mail
Swerving with that Puerto Rican and she fine as hell
Phone ringing day and night bitch i got clientele
I just bet the house on Brady ion fuck with 12
It seem like counting money the only time ion get overwhelmed
You use to run that ball like Le'veon but you couldn't get a bail
Ima bless shawty a couple times then im outta there
Im in the Stu on them addys im going crazy crazy
All my bitches the baddest but she my baby baby
And I been getting that bag I count up daily daily
And really i dont wanna move unless they pay me pay me
See real hate in yo eyes thats why I separated
Them people knew I wasn't average I had to make a way
The lil bitch know I aint average she tryna have my baby
She know i got some young money on me im dedicated
My jewelry shine like a Christmas tree bitch im decorated
Written by: Anthony Parnell
