Bet

Lyrics

[Chorus] Pull out the stick, bet it won't miss Pull up da scene, bet I'm gon' drip Money ain't a thing, get it off the rip He want a lil' fame, now they spellin' rip I ain't get handout I just whipped my wrist Made the pack rinse, I'm stuck at the stove She got a lil' follow, she think she da shit Instagram model, treat her like a ho' I tell her, mama come here get low I told the plug it's already sold I'm on the north, them youngins so cold They'll pull up to your door Pull up knock his dome I tried to tell lil' ho' she ain't listen I'm on the lonely road, road to riches Tryna run these digits I ain't got no feelings Tryna feel a million That's just how I'm feeling [Verse 1] That's just how I'm feeling Need racks to the ceiling That's just how I'm feeling Nigga fuck the system, that's just how I'm feeling He a rat nigga, I don't want no dealings They know who we are, Wass Gang in da buildin' Bitch, we from da trenches Million dollar visions, gotta go and get it Hit him leave no witness, clips they're extended We them niggas winnin' Tell 'em bring da ribbons I'm so money driven, on the road to riches Diamonds, yeah they're bitin' Diamonds, yeah they're vicious, yeah Better not move suspicious J man handle business, yeah Watch da beam glisten right there on his fitted Riding wit' no ceiling, live life with no limits Free lil' crodie MS, lil' bro he a menace (uh, gang!) We ain't going back and forth, nah this ain't tennis 16, one up top JJ Redick Getting all this green I don't really fuck wit' lettuce If she wanna leave then leave I ain't sweating Don't at me or mention Hollows for the tension Jakes snatch me up and you know I ain't confessin' Told lil' mama come 'round and give me a blessin' Bitch I got the sauce like some mother fuckin' dressin' [Chorus] Pull out the stick, bet it won't miss Pull up da scene, bet I'm gon' drip Money ain't a thing, get it off the rip He want a lil' fame, now they spellin' rip I ain't get handout I just whipped my wrist Made the pack rinse, I'm stuck at the stove She got a lil' follow, she think she da shit Instagram model, treat her like a ho' I tell her, mama come here get low I told the plug it's already sold I'm on the north, them youngins so cold They'll pull up to your door Pull up knock his dome I tried to tell lil' ho' she ain't listen I'm on the lonely road, road to riches Tryna run these digits I ain't got no feelings Tryna feel a million That's just how I'm feeling [Verse 2] Young nigga listen pay attention Being broke that's your decision Knock a nigga right off his pivot He a loose ball caught him slippin' Lil' bitch she always trippin' I just want a night then I'ma dismiss it Got the green beam 'case he move a lil' distant Blow out your candles you ain't makin' no wishes When we pull up it get ugly explicit She wanna fuck, baby be more specific Leave no trace, no forensics or ballistics Still at the pot, still got my wrist in Still trap out da trenches If I start something I'ma end it Won't forget I ain't forgivin' Still free the cros out the prison I call she pull up in a instant I call she pull up in a instant Better not tell your friends 'bout our business Heard they ask why I'm liking your pictures Why you always got me in your playlist Keep it on the low don't say shit Insta' bitch she think she famous Counting money so entertainin' Walk a nigga down like Jason