Lyrics

First things first These haters gone hate, these hoes gone lurk Louie V shirt, same color dirt When you gon' learn, bitch? This my turf Uh this my year hoe I'm for sure I'ma shoot my shot like Stephen Curr, All this fur and ice, I feel like burr Just take a look at my attire (ooh ooh) Baby on the top can it get any higher, Ten Gucci signs baby it don't get no flyer Got a crib out in Cali like a 49er I'm just tryna get rich, I don't wanna die young (die young) Bad girls we just wanna have fun (have fun) Jet skis on a private island (island) I'm the truth, lil bitch number one (ooh ooh) These haters can't see me, I make it look easy Bitch you ain't a factor Look at my neck, look at my wrist, mhm mhm Rolex froze like a slushee One of you bitter hoes better not touch me All these old ass rappers wanna fuck me Wire me an M and you might get lucky They done let me in the game now it's bout to get ugly (mmm) Came from the bottom had nothin' Came off the porch, runnin' (yeah) Got this bitch jumpin', princess stuntin' Now we get all the money Always had big dreams, boys couldn't tell me nothin It's my life I can't let niggas run it I'ma spend on my team gettin straight to the money This my year Big dreams (uh) Championship rings for the team Whole buncha money on me, yeah Whole buncha money machines Please don't make no scene (mmm) Gimme my throne my seat (mmm) Stand 10 toes on my feet (mmm) I don't get tired, no sleep This my year Big dreams (uh) Championship rings for the team Whole buncha money on me, yeah Whole buncha money machines
Writer(s): Mitchell Ragston Iii, Xabian Woods, Lyric Ragston Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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