Yfn Lucci September 7th
[Intro]
(KimJ ballin' on these hoes, ha)
Fake-ass world, fake-ass niggas, fake-ass bitches
f..ck all you motherfuckers (Hating-ass niggas)
Look, uh (World we live in)
[Verse]
I swear I used to have a heart, it went ghost on me
I put my trust in a nigga and he stole from me
Huh, I said I can't let no nigga take my soul from me
Huh, all I need is money, I don't need no woman
Yeah, you can't save everybody, you gotta pick and choose
My daddy always tell me not to be a fool
My auntie died when she was young, it left me critical
Muffin died when she was young, it left mе miserable
Look, was a free agent, now I ball crazy
Huh, big Cuban link, bust down bracеlets
Look, maybe we could f..ck, but that's all baby
Huh, married to the money, bitch, I'm taken
Look, you only got one time to slip up
You only get one shot, nigga, what you miss for?
Nigga making diss songs, we out here hitting they shit up
That money got too heavy, so I started doing sit-ups
Look, if it ain't about a bag, I probably won't pick up
Talkin' bout a bitch I probably had, I can give two f..cks
Look, she say she trying to boot up, f..ck her then I boot her
Pockets on Buddha, holy hallelujah
Look, rolling like a scooter, gotta free my main man
Shorty was a shooter, two hundred thousand on the airplane
I probably should have flew, huh, private
How the hell you made it out the zoo? Grinding
6 AM and a nigga in the booth
I ain't got love for no buster-ass nigga like you
I show love to all my thugs, I salute all my troops
Ayy, if you thug how we thug, then I know what you've been through
Long live Nut, Free Ju
Arm stiff on a regular bitch
These Hermes seats, this ain't no regular shit
A number two on the jet, this ain't no regular shit
Like number two on the jet, these ain't no regular kicks
[Outro]
Arm siff on a regular bitch
These Hermes seats, this ain't no regular shit
A number two on the jet, this ain't no regular shit
Like number two on the jet, these ain't no regular kicks
