I got bread you ain't telling me nun
I done ran this shit up to the sun
Some bout how I move they I'm the 1
If you ain't help then you can't get a cut
It's some bout the way I'm cut
I ain't got nun to prove I won't give you nun
Would you believe if I told you
Would you believe if I told you what I done
Would you believe if I told you
I got bread I could buy what I want might buy a bitch a bag like Oprah
And my brother gone shoot out that gun yea he gone shoot like a soldier
And my brother gone shoot out that gun yea
Yea if I told him
And my brodie gone shoot out that gun yea cause I never sold him
Remember back then I was broke that was back then when it was colder
Can't go back to being broke I'm tryna spend that at dover
Niggas talking on my name it's crazy I don't even know em
And I can't treat em all the same cause some of these niggas be posing
And a lot of these hoes they be lame so nah I can't fuck around and post em
And a lot of these hoes running game that's why nun of them getting chosen
I'm about my bread
This good as it gets
Yea bae you fly like jet
Yea she my lil yea
They play on the bench
They don't get no rec
I die bout respect
They ain't seen nun yet
But imma get these bands
Balenci on my pants bae
Now we out to France
Now we out to France
Now we out to France
Remember when I was down bad I ain't have a chance
I ain't used to smile then now I'm full of laughs
How long will that last
For you I spend my last
I wonder where they style at bitch I feel like Stacks
I'm tryna out live my past
I'm tryna out live my past