IK YA LIKE ME, DON’T LIE 2 YASELF

Lyrics

[Chorus] Where my money at, give that money back Get my money hoe, I'ma slam the door Where my money at, give that money back Get my money hoe, I'ma slam the door Where my money at, give that money back Get my money hoe, I'ma slam the door Get my money hoe or I'ma slam the door [Bridge] Ay, for all my real niggas out there It gon' be alright You know I don't live in the nicest place ever But I don't live in the worst place ever I have cancer, I have a lot of bad things But I'm still living [Verse 1] Money, money, money, that's what it's all about Yet these paperless niggas talk like they not in a drought I need that fucking cash, I'm down to do it all We can break in some homes, we can break a couple laws Lil homie caught some DUI's and took a flight out this bitch Rich nigga, paid off the cops, now the record clean and shit Christo always gon' put in work, always do what I can Even without the nightcore, bitch I'm still rapping fast In the trailer park with hoe who got some STD's Put that condom on my dick so she does not infect me DJ spin that back, cause I am on the track I can really rap, these niggas only know how to make snippets [Verse 2] I can do any style, I'm a quick learner and shit I ain't gotta watch a tutorial cause I was born for this Niggas hoes and they know it Bitches be bitches and they show it I'm on my shit and I won't blow it These niggas can't rap and we all know it Talking to SG Rilla Mane and he so inspiring Only on this for a year so I ain't fuckin' retiring That's who I look up to, don't say nothing different Cause y'all obsessed with ya image looking like a bunch of bitches LODM$, back up in this thing We all on our own, we don't need no fucking friends [Verse 3] LODM$, we back up in this thing We all on our own, we don't need no fucking friends People always wanna judge but this ain't a court of law And you ain't a God, so don't be listing off my flaws You think that you're different but you really ain't all You are all replaceable and don't pretend that you aren't The minute you go down more niggas want your spot That's why I gotta protect my shit, these niggas are a bunch of fuckin' hawks I will never sell my swag, I am not a fucking mark I don't want more clones, preach individual thought [Verse 4] Pour a different glass, it's me and my niggas Vain in the cut and we bring the trouble with us Jug fifteen and he really about this shit We in America and we plotting in this bitch I ain't need to do dirt but I did it cause I can Show love to the people who made it possible for me to be where I am Man you gotta give props, man you gotta give respect If you don't show love then you just jacking them