World Is Yours

I got the bag, I got the pure

Momma told me, "The world is yours"

I be the one that be out on tour

I be the one that ain't rockin' Dior

She don't be dancin', she be performin'

You see the money all over the floor

Take two of these, call me in the mornin'

Be for me till the coffin closes

Baby girl, why lyin' to me?

Why you keep sayin' that you ride for me

When you know damn well that you not for me?

She give me top in the driver's seat

She gave me top so the opps could see

If he get shot, he not gon' breathe

I got an entourage with me

I don't discuss no robberies

I gotta go

I gotta go

I gotta go

I gotta go

Who the fuck said Lil G pulled up with a bad bitch with him in an all black truck?

Black bandana, in God we trust and I never let a motherfucker try me once

Ain't nothin' sweeter than the one, ain't streeter

And I know you prayin', but, momma, I'm a demon

In the limousine hotboxin', I'm chiefin' with Mexican girls and the rest, Puerto Rican

Told this little bitch I don't love her, I don't need her

But I still shoot through like the .9

Smokin' my pain away 'cause I ain't the same since my little soldier died

I'ma keep sayin' the same, no matter how much my money keep multiplyin'

Tell 'em that I said, "Fuck 'em"

I ain't fuckin' with them till all my soldiers ride

I gotta go

I gotta go

I gotta go

I gotta go