LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeWe Should (With Young Thug)
Shit, nigga just goddamn snatched one of his daughters, now she trippin'You tellin' me, nigga, that ain't burn out now? What's up? (Wheezy outta here)Started with a penny, now it's racked up to a million (Woo)Rappin' rappin' niggas can't compare, they like my children (Yeah)I know bitches tryna get to know a nigga 'cause his digitYou a Honda Civic whipper, in my (In what?) chameleon (Yeah)We should start a group and we can call it New EditionMaybe we can do it different, prolly make a hundred million (Yeah)I come from a place between the bricks where it was hard at (Woo)Whenever I ain't around they talkin' 'flauge, I had to fall backWrist a Honda Civic, Lamborghini arms (Lamborghini)We get plenty pussy (What?) , nah-nah-nah-nah (Nah-nah-nah-nah)Don't you call me with it (Don't you call me with it)Boss nigga, we don't talk 'bout chickens (Brr, brr) , nah-nah-nah-nahMy Rolls Royce in the projects, they look at me like I'm GodDon't ask me 'bout no such-and-such, don't speak about no chargeI just stack my money different, every ten go in a rubber bandToo much attention on these rappers, fuck it, we gon' whack their manSome shit I don't understand, I go get it, I never askI don't condone that robbin', but if you slime, suggest you wear a maskTreat my niggas and my bitches all like players, buy 'em all bagsWish I would've answered for the homies that I can't call backStarted with a penny, now it's racked up to a million (Woo)Rappin' rappin' niggas can't compare, they like my children (Yeah)I know bitches tryna get to know a nigga 'cause his digitYou a Honda Civic whipper, in my (In what?) chameleon (Yeah)We should start a group and we can call it New EditionMaybe we can do it different, prolly make a hundred million (Yeah)I come from a place between the bricks where it was hard at (Woo)Whenever I ain't around they talkin' 'flauge, I had to fall backMy dawg just lost his dawg into the system, it got me fucked upI can't tell him nothin' negative, so I told him he gon' luck upHad a bittersweet birthday, got a bad call in a Rolls truck (What?)Red guts look watermelon and spaghetti and some ketchup (Hey)All my niggas leavin' me, this shit got me depressed (Woah)Thought he was gon' wreck the Maserati or the 'VetteBut he on the yard with the old dawgs, they a wreck (Huh)I missed a court call, what they said?No more fake text messages, leave 'em all on read (Yeah)And this game some bullshit, but they payin' so I play it (I play it)Cartier earrings, act like I don't hear what they be sayin' (Yeah)Keep that shit too solid, I spent millions on my family (Woo)None of that shit promised, I pay cash, I take chances (Woo)I don't understand nothin', I don't want no advanceBlood on these diamonds, they look good, they danceBig truck pull up like a blue ambulanceStarted with a penny, now it's racked up to a million (Woo)Rappin' rappin' niggas can't compare, they like my children (Yeah)I know bitches tryna get to know a nigga 'cause his digitYou a Honda Civic whipper, in my (In what?) chameleon (Yeah)We should start a group and we can call it New EditionMaybe we can do it different, prolly make a hundred million (Yeah)I come from a place between the bricks where it was hard at (Woo)Whenever I ain't around they talkin' 'flauge, I had to fall back
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