Envy Ojay - Gamez [prod. Project X Raf X Giannii]

8-16 Freestyle Prod Gusty X Dammittony

TAKEOFF

Shits kind of tough

(growling)

(Huh-huh) screw that bitch (huh-huh) like who that bih (huh)
She got cellulite, I love that shit, I fuck that bih (huh)

I got stripes on my chest, bih i do that shit
I-I’m the general of the nation, my stick got hits 

Like why this nigga just text my bitch?
Ni-nigga just text my bitch? (Huh)

Get out my face, g-gotta stick, I’m using it
In the back of a chevy going to fast, I’m bruising it
Got-gotta brand new bitch, I fuck I fuck, I’m doing it 

Bitch I’m in the studio, I’m tryna gut that beat
I-I got fucking pistol, I’m tryna kill that beat (huh)
I ain’t even use my lyrics yet, lyrics yet, lyrics yet 

I can’t even find her, and she fine yuh (Huh-huh)
I wanna fuck on that bitch, I’m tryna die yeah
I’m tryna pop the Percocet, I wanna d-die yeah (Huh)
If you seen what i seen oh you would cry yeah

okay

Shout out all the ladies on the West side
But I want all the bitches on the East side
I just wan fuck that hoe, she show her freak side 
We in the telly laid up, just watching tv
Yeah, I’m a creature in the night, yeah that my real side 

We out in Boston, n-no we ain’t stopping
Smoking on dope, keep cough, keep c
(Coughing)

screw tht bih (p.teenslug)

Prod By DeeB

lyrics:
More money then them, I got whole lot
I got more money then them, I got whole lot
I got more money then them, I got whole lot
I got more money then them

Yeah, Crazy we not hearing it, We trash it (Oh nah)
We pull up shoot kin like we magic (Oh yeah)
We not locked up, Free Pale
Whole lot of racks, Could be your daddy (Uh huh)

My brother tell me, "Trapping a sport"
Fucking this bitch, She trickin' all fours
I got me a money smell coming through pores
I got money, Never needed no reward

Yeah, Fuck what you said
I done touched a rack, Felt like a hunnid back then
If you've see the god, Then you better have ran
I just pulled up on her, And I threw her like ten

We can get you set up by your best friend
We can get you sliced up by your best man
I can get you cooked up I got chef hands
I can get you looked up by your pick me

Yeah, She on all ten trying to lick me
More money then them, I got whole lot
I got more money then them, I got whole lot
I got more money then them, I got whole lot

I got more money then them
She know that I got a lot (Got a-)
You know that I got her (Got her)
Pop my shit when I'm walkin' (Shit)

I really don't do talkin' (Yeah)
You was on the sidelines, Boy you was prolly watchin' (Prolly)
Poppin', All my pockets fat, think I might buy me a Aston Martin
Say like everytime she wit' me, she think she high, think she on Mars

They ain't got shit to say, they know that we goin' far wit' it
Treat that bitch like baggage, Bring her here then break her heart
They could never be me
I can't never be them

They ain't never seen the shit I seen
I got mo' money than'em
Bitch I got Japanese denim, on me
I'm wit' my slatts in the city

Huh, my fit all black and it's Ricky
Could get my name as a tat' on her titty
Huh, my pockets fat as Biggie (Yeah)
More money then them, I got whole lot (Mo' money than these lil niggas, I got-)

I got more money then them, I got whole lot (I got whole lot, I got-)
I got more money then them, I got whole lot
I got more money then them

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