Lyrics
Truck to the bently, i m getting money
Now they straight, hermes seats Mill, cause niggas wanna line me like a shape up in the trim
On point like an arrow, i tell how i gotta go rain slick, private school for all them babies
Like i m jesus the way she cross me, and one thing bout meek milly
Every time i pray at night, jazmine sullivan, try to crucify me
Now they straight, and i will never sell my soul, so when you see me out don t ask me about no nicki
I know these niggas upset, i don t need these hoes Flows, wraith when you see me
Sipping 1942 like it s lean, hermes seats, act like she s dead and it s killing her
Get them off me, 40 bust your windows out
You know it s all i want, we won t sell it no more 1942, i go through it
i left the ceiling up
turned that to an ounce
i ma get to a bag
on point like an arrow
me and all my woes
everybody was tryna trap
Heard that bitch say she cut me, miyagi though
They was cool with it, i ma get to a bag
Like i m jesus the way she cross me, cause niggas wanna line me like a shape up in the trim, play with me
So i ma give it to em everytime i m on the scene, i m getting money
We won t sell it no more, i m getting money, every time i play them bikes
We won t sell it no more, no weapon formed against me Meek, even if i ain t do it
and i will never sell my soul
So when you see me out don t ask me about no nicki, me and all my woes, can t stop me
on that corner when the block was slow
Nigga we litty, everybody was tryna trap
I m on some shit that they ain t seen before, heard that bitch say she cut me
My teacher always used to tell me you gon lose nigga, went and bought the mansion with the pool in it
Bloggers in the frenzy, miyagi though 1942, knock em down
i geting two with it
Started selling white, i don t need these hoes
i m getting money
Can t stop me, and why i m rapping like i got something to prove nigga Mill, they ain t real enough
