Lyrics

Leg work Built it from the bottom to a network Lately people asking 'bout my net worth If I'm going in I'm going head first Stayed strong Through it all When I was broke I need checks to reciprocate every single note Birkin Bag for my Mama she done dealt with me It hurt me crazy when she had to go thru hell with me Diamonds to the floor I want em' dripping off the bezel I was on the floor washing dishes working doubles I won't sell my soul and I ain't working for the devil I just hit another level yeah Level up gotta level up Take the Honda to a Lamborghini truck Butterfly doors, I was just a caterpillar 100,000 more for every deal they don't deliver Snakes all around I had to navigate it all Really I'm so thankful, I congratulate em' all Sliding through my city getting love Down in Dago I'm like Mitchy I gave every ounce of blood Leg work Built it from the bottom to a network Lately people ask about my net worth If I'm going in I'm going head first Stayed strong Through it all, when I was broke I need checks to reciprocate every single note Birkin Bag for my Mama she done dealt with me It hurt me crazy when she had to go thru hell with me Diamonds to the floor I want em' dripping off the bezel I was on the floor washing dishes working doubles I won't sell my soul and I ain't working for the devil I just hit another level yeah If I'm running outta time please tell me I been eating baby I been looking healthy I got places in my heart if y'all done helped me I need cases some from Gucci some from LV Wonder why they hate me though Mama cried when she done heard me on the radio Running thru the west side me and my gang I was with The Movement and we ain't have a thang so we had to do the Leg work Built it from the bottom to a network Lately people ask about my net worth If I'm going in I'm going head first Stayed strong Through it all when I was broke I need checks to reciprocate every single note Birkin Bag for my Mama she done dealt with me It hurt me crazy when she had to go thru hell with me Diamonds to the floor I want em' dripping off the bezel I was on the floor washing dishes working doubles I won't sell my soul and I ain't working for the devil I just hit another level yeah
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Nicholas Adam Beatrice Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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