Gary Vee

Lyrics

[Intro] (I really like to use cash) [Chorus] Young nigga with a dream to make it out old Somewhere in the traphouse breakin' down O's Workin' with a tool on us like Lowes None of my niggas clean clothes, can't fold Keep a bad bitch ten and I stay ten toes Niggas hate me 'cause I don't move like a ho Sit down, class in, I could put you on the road Playin' with them presidents, how you get put on a pole They be talkin' no sense, so I make dollars on my own We speak to the streets, we got money on the phone VV's like rock, keep a pocket full of stones She see me and she cream, no cone (Bitch!) Play green and the chop sing, they need tone [Verse 1] You need me but I don't need you She give me loud top, tell that ho fall through If we ever need a sucka nigga, I'll call you If my brother out here shootin', nigga Imma ball too If the police come, I'ma act brand new I don't know shit like I just got in the room Shawty want my seed so I fuck her off the shrooms Trappin' like a bitch, she can smell it through the fumes Havin' like a lick, I be cappin' like a fool He thought that was it 'til we draw like cartoons He thought he was hot 'til that Kel Tec cooled him You don't gotta learn shit but my niggas still school 'em Everybody eat bread, tryna be a rich kid like Skooly You could be clipped, dawg, life ain't no movie Ain't shit free out here except for these groupies Countin' up chicken, don't get hit with a two piece (Cash) [Chorus] Young nigga with a dream to make it out old Somewhere in the traphouse breakin' down O's Workin' with a tool on us like Lowes None of my niggas clean clothes, can't fold Keep a bad bitch ten and I stay ten toes Niggas hate me 'cause I don't move like a ho Sit down, class in, I could put you on the road Playin' with them presidents, how you get put on a pole They be talkin' no sense, so I make dollars on my own We speak to the streets, we got money on the phone VV's like rock, keep a pocket full of stones She see me and she cream, no cone Play green and the chop sing, they need tone (Bitch!) [Verse 2] She said, "The game fucked up, we need you Tony" You don't gotta say much, we believe you Tony Same niggas they forgot, but now everybody know me Most niggas for them self, you can't be everybody homie In the trap like Trish, do my dirt all by my lonely Yeah, you gettin' money but you is not the owner Treat the beef like bologna, turn your shirt ravioli Chillin' with my side ho, pussy hit like macaroni Young nigga with the old guys, no nursery With the hoodrat but the head act like Howard University Blue hunnids, red fifties, my pockets got diversity Smokin' meds, but I cut that kale just like surgery If it ain't a emergency, don't hit my phone unless it's about the currency Motivation to the streets, I'm the trap house Gary Vee Told your bitch don't worship but she still gon drop down on her knees Workin' for the racks, keep a stack, we just get the cheese [Chorus] Young nigga with a dream to make it out old Somewhere in the traphouse breakin' down O's Workin' with a tool on us like Lowes None of my niggas clean clothes, can't fold Keep a bad bitch ten and I stay ten toes Niggas hate me 'cause I don't move like a ho Sit down, class in, I could put you on the road Playin' with them presidents, how you get put on a pole They be talkin' no sense, so I make dollars on my own (Cash) We speak to the streets, we got money on the phone VV's like rock, keep a pocket full of stones She see me and she cream, no cone Play green and the chop sing, they need tone [Outro] Bitch!