FTP2

Lyrics
[Hook] Yeah, I got the money, the power I got respect got the sour I got the bread like a baker I'm in the crib playing Sega I don't go time for these haters I got the money, the power I got respect got the sour I got the bread like a baker I got my mind on my paper I don't go time for no haters I got the money, the power I got respect got the sour I got the bread like a baker I got my mind on my paper I don't got time [Verse 1] I don't got I don't got time for no haters You know this whip is the latest Shit look like a space ship I know I still haven't made it, but fuck it I feel like I made it This shit is outrageous I don't got time for the fakes I don't got no time to waste I'm just chasing this paper Diamonds they jump out the face Gorillas they jumping out cages My niggas go ape shit I just been getting impatient Look at the game like it's all for the taking Think to myself like how long is this taking R.I.P money, my dog didn't make it Really this shit is outrageous Remember them nights out in Vegas fucking up drai's After hours getting faded After that I spent hours getting faded Zoe locked for a homicide I don't give a fuck still need my bread I might have little mama slide I ain't tryna fuck, just need some head Pray to god I never see the feds Pray to god I never see the reaper Curry on my hip like a beeper Wait a minute dog this shit get deeper Why you always say you got it if you never got it when I need to get it dog I ain't really tryna hear You be talking 'bout it, you ain't really with it Why you always say you got it if you never got it when I need to get it I ain't really tryna hear You be talking 'bout it, you ain't really with it [Hook]
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Credits
- Producers
- Max Mula