Ain’t Gotta Be

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, let's get a what? You first down, first down, first down (Welcome to Get a Bag Records) Y'all know the routine (Icey, I'm so sick of you) [Chorus] It's on me, I ain't gotta be safe (I got it), fuck me, she ain't gotta be straight (Yeah) High speed, I ain't tryna be late (I'm flyin'), up now, I ain't gotta get straight (I'm runnin') One thing, I gotta get paid (Phew), some hoes I gotta replace (Phew) Fresh foreigns, I gotta release (Ha), why niggas always gotta be fake? (I swear) [Verse 1] Yeah, my tendency to get Benjamins, bring niggas bad enеrgy (Lames) Top off like Kennеdy, special opps wanna finish me (Ha) Bad bitch tryna sin with me, go courtside and sit with me (Love it) I fucked her, popped a friend, now they both cut, that's a victory (I won) My history got packs in it, stop mixin' me with these rap niggas (I'm dealin') Soft as hell, bad business, ain't made in they dad image My slab business outstandin' (Ha), I sell you girl with no panties (Ha) Sell the boy with no daddy, I ain't never pressed to go platinum (I am not) Ceramic AP with no stones (A AP), puttin' it down on my list (I want it) Big homie must want you to die (For real), put you on a JR lift (I'm fine) To the right where the AR sit (Ha), in Queens, Rap Radar shit (What up, Gabe?) Can't believe I saved that bitch, on God, I made that bitch (That's all me) [Chorus] It's on me, I ain't gotta be safe (I ain't gotta be safe), fuck me, she ain't gotta be straight (The bitch ain't gotta be straight) High speed, I ain't tryna be late (I ain't tryna be late), up now, I ain't gotta get straight (I done ran this shit up) One thing, I gotta get paid (Ha), some hoes I gotta replace (Ha) Fresh foreigns, I gotta release (Yeah), why niggas always gotta be fake? (Bag Life) [Verse 2] Wait, wait a lil' minute, was takin' a pic, look at my watch, it's takin' a piss (Is it?) Plug keep on clearin' these samples, so I keep remakin' these bricks (Thank you) Place an event, I get the K in the mix, I get away with this shit (Ha) I pay, I'm exempt, I am a state, be legit, you is a plate full of shrimp (Man, what else, boy?) Tennis in ears, nigga's marketin' budget (I got it) Bag up this 'za, bitch, I'm not finna fuck you (For real) Love you or cuff you, gettin' this money is better than nothin', is you stashin' or stuffin'? (Stuffin') I'm stuck to the money, it's better than honey, I was fucked up, shit better you runnin' These niggas thought they was better or somethin', now I look like I got settlement money (Wait, say what?) Veteran money, no rookie deals, this a supermax rips (Supermax rips) My cousin got him a hour out, he in the supermax trippin' (Supermax trippin') Back, back, back in the day, I had found me a route to the Subaru trip I think we had made us a hundred thou', I put two on that engine (Let's get a bag) [Chorus] It's on me, I ain't gotta be safe (I ain't gotta be safe), fuck me, she ain't gotta be straight (Come here, girl) High speed, I ain't tryna be late (I'm on it), up now, I ain't gotta get straight (I want it) One thing, I gotta get paid (I got it), some hoes I gotta replace (I gotta) Fresh foreigns, I gotta release (Yeah), why niggas always gotta be fake? (Phew)