Yeah, I made it, this bitch somethin'
I'm finally in my bag (my, oh my God)
Now I stay in my bag, turn up (helluva made the beat, baby)
A lot of these niggas mad that I made it
Actin' like they happy, deep down, know they hatin'
I'm the one that took that bad bitch from being basic
She was crazy, my nigga, yeah, she playin' my nigga
Hard times don't last
I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don't brag
I'm like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags
Call me mister get that head and never call back
Tell that bitch to fall back, I got somethin' goin' on
Don't hit me on the 'gram, bitch, don't call my phone
Got here on my own, just feel like I need it
Whoever owed me somethin', keep it pushin', we even
Still do this shit for rece, still do this shit for Nell
Got five doin' thirty, another five doin' L's
Who wit me, I can't tell sometime?
It ain't always 'bout the money, they want mail sometime
If I fail I tried, like, why can't I move on?
Still, I'm movin' through the city, still I'm movin' through the phone
Still missin' my dog, they just gave him nineteen
They said, "we collect calls," they don't make 'em like me
Hard times don't last
I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don't brag
I'm like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags
Call me mister get that head and never call back
Tell that bitch to fall back, I got somethin' goin' on
Don't hit me on the 'gram, bitch, don't call my phone
Got here on my own, just feel like I need it
Whoever owed me somethin', keep it pushin', we even
On the face-time with skeeter, like, doggy keep it goin'
As long as you can move the gram nigga, I can move the orange
Still smilin' in the mornin' when that bag touch
Four hundred thousand cash, got it bustin' out the stash
Remember when we used to fuck them rats now all of my bitches bad
Still would give up my last just to see you one time
If you never make it back, doggy bone, I tried
Every night, I hit my knees, ask him what it's gon' take
On forever
A lot of these niggas mad that I made it
Actin' like they happy, deep down, I know they hatin'
I'm the one that took that bad bitch from being basic
She was crazy, my nigga, yeah, she playin' my nigga
Hard times don't last
I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don't brag
I'm like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags
Call me mister get that head and never call back
Hard times don't last
I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don't brag
I'm like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags
Call me mister get that head and never call back