30 A Week

Lyrics

[Chorus] Thirty bands every week I need thirty bands every week Thirty bands every week Bad bitch ridin' with me, yeah, she on fleek They say they get the chills when they hear me speak If this ain't God's will, my whole team gon' eat Gave my nigga life 'cause he refused to speak Told him, "Fuck you, lock me up and throw away the key" [Verse 1] I get on these tracks and let my soul bleed My family needs some money every time my phone ring Refuse to take a handout, I need my own cheese I'll take care of my little brother and my OG On the outside lookin' in, niggas think I made it I bought all this fuckin' jewelery just for entertainment One slip-up, it's back to the basics If this rap shit don't work, I'll sell a brick in eighthies Landlord want his rent money, had to make the payment Might shoot a nigga whole head off, all this built-up anger Fuck nigga can't do the time, so they makin' statements Just got a check for thirteen-hundred, bought a brand new banger They gave niggas my last money, they ain't even say thank you I done hit the road with my last money and I ain't even make it Tryna stay my ass out them courtrooms, them peoples racist Young black nigga with a dream, they don't wanna see you make it When you bounce back from a major L, you should see they faces And it be your own family, that's the shit that's crazy I relate to them hard times, that's the shit that made me But we ain't never goin' back to that, put it on my baby Every other day, I'm goin' through it with my old lady I done seen niggas get thirty years tryna ride Mercedes Life in the fast lane, gotta slow it down, be patient Young rich nigga without a deal, I ain't need the label Heard they wanna take me out the game, I've been eatin' lately Tell me what you bring to the table, I feed the table God forgives, I don't, I'ma let Jesus save you All I ask for you fuck niggas, just keep it gangster Niggas dyin' everytime you watch the news or you read the papers So we buyin' all these brand new tools that don't got no safety On the grind in the same clothes, I ain't even changin' Just put a dub in my shoebox, add it to my savings I need thirty bands every week I don't even touch the work, nigga, I'm hands free Now I get paid just to speak They don't believe it 'til they see [Verse 2] Five hundred oranges out in Tennessee Turn around for a thousand beans out in the V Do the speed limit, ride the middle lane, niggas' shit ain't sweet [?] the peoples catch you on seventy-five, [?] might be O-V Came up from the bottom, now I'm at the T-O-P And I ain't finna say one word to the C-O-P's Cuz called me from Southwest, need three more P's I done finally made a way for us, thank G-O-D I need thirty bands every week I ain't come onto your bitch, she came onto me My nigga did some time, he comin' home with cheese Five diamond chains on, you bitches know it's me [Chorus] Thirty bands every week I need thirty bands every week Thirty bands every week Bad bitch ridin' with me, yeah, she on fleek Thirty bands every week I need thirty bands every week Thirty bands every week Bad bitch ridin' with me, yeah, she on fleek