Lyrics

You know. FB to the SV (verse 1) Ya already know what it is nigga, fuck ya if I can't get paid with ya On the mission to get these riches, and shine on these niggas and these bitches Im bout to get it yes Im bout to get it, no time to play Im strictly bout my business, I grind hard I know no limits I been bout it yall boys timid. Scared money dont make no figures Bank roll jus keep gettin bigga, only puff that OG homie I roll em fat they can't get no bigga, keep it G Im 100 Since day One no stuntin my nigga, you already know how Im comin If its bout money lets run it my nigga I need mine jus like ya need yours No fallin off I can't afford to take no loses I need whats mine Homie come up off it, in the meantime Ima shine regardless Polo sportin lookin flawless, bitches on me, niggas hatin I swear they phony, on the come up Im gettin it homie No time to chill Im tryina come up quick, stack this paper make extra chips I stay on point never do I slip. I gotta get whats mine, I gotta get whats mine I gotta get whats mine, grind til Im rich Im doin good that make haters sick Im never fallin off, Im never fallin off, Trademark I stay on my shit (Hook x2) Im only in it to win it, nigga I ain't got nothin to lose I came up from the bottom, you wouldn't last walkin in my shoes I done took wins and loses, its save to say I done paid my dues Im on the grind Im gettin me dont worry bout mine its best you do you (verse 2) Sky high when I step out, I just burned down a fresh ounce Im a real nigga ain't that the truth, I keep it G in and out the booth Stay on my job and go get this loot, Im doin me its best you do you No slowin down on the road to riches I came to far to not come back with it Spit it how I live it, homeboy this ain't a gimmick, Im in the beamer doin 100 Stuntin just burnin loud fifties, thats on the real my nigga, I be chill my nigga Just plotting on these dollar bills my nigga, I ain't ever slippin Ima go getta Since a young boy I been bout my figures. these niggas simping, Im presidential Heard I was hurtin where you gettin your info, Ima real nigga comin out the N.O Real nigga comin out the N.O. ya already know what it is folk Countin cash and weed smoke, Trade stick to that G code, stackin up these C notes (Hook x2)