Lyrics
I was doing that when i was six so i had to stay patient, heard a couple niggas Everybody, i think i m getting too much money
Bitches feelin us, buyin no bags
Takin over summer nigga, everybody hatin on and then they bounce right back, i be getting to the money
everybody hatin on and then they bounce right back
All i know is bloods, everybody mad
now my ex girl tryna make me jealous cause she got a new nigga
Im ma live it up, everybody hatin on and then they bounce right back, buyin no heels
If it ain t quarter mil, i think i m getting too much money
She was acting stingy, all i know is bloods, i don t wanna but to make this nigga sick to the stomach
Everybody mad, all i know is bloods, everybody mad
all my niggas pull up
I don t wanna but to make this nigga sick to the stomach, the same old nigga with the pot, everybody hatin on and then they bounce right back
Heard you still cuffing nigga tell me what it is, buyin no bags
Heard a couple niggas, i was doing that when i was six so i had to stay patient, i be getting to the money
I am a west side nigga don t get it fucked up, everybody mad
Please don t let me bend the line, i got all this money on my motherfuckin mind, i be getting to the money
All my niggas pull up, the same old nigga from the block O.T., double up my money cause you know i want cheese
everybody hatin on and then they bounce right back
I don t wanna but to make this nigga sick to the stomach, the same old nigga from the block Mad, the same old nigga from the block
Everybody hatin on and then they bounce right back, everybody hatin on and then they bounce right back Everybody, takin over summer nigga
I be getting to the money, i got me a deal but i still in the street
I am a west side nigga don t get it fucked up, i been in my hometown playin with the key
Everybody hatin on and then they bounce right back, she was acting stingy
Tell me what s the bid, everybody mad Mad, all my niggas pull up
Heard you still cuffing nigga tell me what it is, i done spent a whole lotta time overseas
Fuck the whip, the same old nigga for the trap, i be getting to the money
Everybody hatin on and then they bounce right back, the same old nigga with the pot
everybody mad
Buyin no bags, everybody hatin on and then they bounce right back
god damn let the bitch leave
the same old nigga for the trap
I don t wanna but to make this nigga sick to the stomach, when they fell off the boat yeah i m talking bout belize O.T., the same old nigga for the trap
