[Verse] 
Rap about money and bitches, while i ain’t seen it yet
cash my first cheque, I’m buying my mom a corvette 
She said she want to live lavishly 
With a couple pets 
My mom been suffering for some years
She couldn’t pay the rent 
And a young nigga done seen that 
So he made a bet 
He promised to his sister, that he’ll be the best
He got a rich dad, but he ain’t boutta pay her rent
But she don’t blame him. So the lifestyle yeah, she goin respect 
imma stay humble and stay hungry for a couple checks 
Gotta make bread and a living 
Now my hatters vexed 
My music getting better
Got hatters perplexed 
They asking how i made it 
When you down you next 
This the shit my girlfriend told when we broke up over text 
She said that i don’t care
Like she’s an object 
That bih she salty than than ocean 
More like an atriplex 
She call me by my second name now she  my ex 

[Verse 2]
I guess this shit is over just like a flame 
I thought you’d be my spark
So i done change my game 
Did she really give a fuck, 
maybe im dumb asf 
She told me have a nice life 
But w/o im done 
This anger bottled up goin make me loose my cool
I glad asf my nigga that im out of school
Or I would’ve hung myself, i don’t know to do 
So imma keep it 100. I clear my head when i go shoot 


{Verse 1 pt.2}
Rap about money and bitches, I ain’t seen it yet
cash my first cheque and I’m buying my mom a corvette 
She said she want to live lavishly 
With a couple pets 
My mom been suffering for some years
She couldn’t pay the rent 
And a young nigga done seen that 
So he made a bet 
He promised to his sister, that he’ll be the best
He got a rich dad, but he ain’t boutta pay her debt
But he don’t blame him. So the lifestyle im goin respect 
🫡

all i need.

BACK&FORTH freestyle

UNTITLED [w/Leyton Enzow] (Re-Up)

[verse 1]
i got hoes, spendin' money on me,
while i sit around, just lookin' pretty,
i got hoes, spendin' money on me,
i'm a baddie but i still be crippin',
different status of diamonds look pissy,
i got baddies tryna act resistant,
kinda crazy i'm stealin' y'all bitches,
we ain't even fuckin', we just chillin',

[chorus]x2
let's get fucked up,
get fucked up,
let's get fucked up,
get fucked up,

[verse 1]
in a party with damn Violet Myers,
where i'm from, they gon call her a lighter,
damn i'm awkward, 'cause she hella hot,
but i'm famous, she lettin' her panties drop,
all the niggas in here gettin' jealous,
showin' envy, hella childish,
got no chain, but still lookin' fabulous,
in no Bentley, hella childish,
all the hoes up in here steady wildin',
you won't be like my bitch, stop tryin',
10 pm, and we're hella wasted,
we're all feelin' electric and naked,
7 bottles got me in the plug,
Remy Martin & Henney my favorite,
10 pm, and we're hella wasted,
(12 am, and we're hella wasted)

[chorus]x2
let's get fucked up,
get fucked up,
let's get fucked up,
get fucked up,
(wasted, wasted)

PARTY 2

[chorus]
brand new cash, (brand new cash)
brand new hoe, (brand new hoe)
now i live a new lifestyle with the butterfly doors, (butterfly doors)
brand new cash, (brand new cash)
brand new clothes (brand new clothes)
now i'm greedy with money, i get it but still needin' more, (needin' more)
oohh wwoaahh (woaah, woaah)

[verse 1]
don't know why i'm feelin' greedy,
i'm blowin' hunnids and fifties,
i'm gettin' cash, you're not with me,
but it's cool, (cool, cool)
it's kinda cute that you miss me,
but i'm too focused on titties,
even forgot you were with me,
shit i'm cold (cold, cold)
girl don't hit up my phone and shit,
girl just leave alone and shit,
i don't need anymore of your shit,
cause baby i'm tired and shit,
i'm too busy chillin' with your friend,
liquor drownin' our souls and shit,
bitch you really left me for a dick,
find me in a Corvette with a groupie,
steady suckin' my dick like she knew me,
hella clingy like she want my blueprints,
hella clingy like she know my music,
hella hot and still hella stupid,
steady thinkin' that i'm still a cupid,
hella clingy like she want my blueprints,
hella clingy like she know my music,

[chorus]x2
brand new cash, (brand new cash)
brand new hoe, (brand new hoe)
now i live a new lifestyle with the butterfly doors, (butterfly doors)
brand new cash, (brand new cash)
brand new clothes (brand new clothes)
now i'm greedy with money, i get it but still needin' more, (needing more)
oohh wwoaahh

[verse 2: $irChronic]
It's kinda cute that you miss me but I don't 
And it's crazy how the silence said the most
Throwing shots all on your status girl that's low
How you fumbling $irChronic girl I'm chose

Brand new bitch you know how it go
Get replaced when you don't play your role
Her reaction is comedy gold
Cause you already know how we roll
I was tryna keep it on the low
But you already know how it go 
It's a couple rumors from the foes
Paparazzi won't leave me alone.

[chorus]x2
brand new cash, (brand new cash)
(ye, ye, ye, ye)
brand new hoe, (brand new hoe)
(ye, ye, ye, ye)
now i live a new lifestyle with the butterfly doors, (butterfly doors)
(ye, ye, ye, ye)
brand new cash, (brand new cash)
(ye, ye, ye, ye)
brand new clothes (brand new clothes)
(ye, ye, ye, ye)
now i'm greedy with money, i get it but still needin' more (needing more)
(ye, ye, ye, ye)
oohh wwoaahh (oohh wooaahh)


NuCA$H! [w/$irChronic]

[chorus]
got like 6 hoes in the vimp just holdin' me,
told em pour the Hennesy,
pants just got a Christian piece,
got the swag, and got the steez,
6 models holdin' me,
told em pour the Hennesy,
pants just a Christian piece,
got the swag, and got the steez

[verse 1:Wood$]
MOB: (P.F.T can't compete)
I fuck her 2 times then i go to the second bitch
I am not tripping your bitch was an estimate 
Stacking up hoes, yeah i might need a calculator 
Yeah she was geeking when, when she heard the vibrator 
Got twin glocks, call ‘em peter and paul
If im catching my opps lacking down at the hall
It’s RED
Imma make sure that y’all niggas is dead 
Smoke up your block infront of the feds 
W six hoes and gun up the stairs 

I ain’t give a shit if you’re momma cry 
I ain’t give a shit  if your mamma scared 
I ain’t give a shit your homies die 
I ain’t give a shit cause your homies fled 
I ain’t give a shit imma circle your block again-again-again and again

[chorus]
got like 6 hoes in the vimp just holdin' me,
told em pour the Hennesy,
pants just a Christian piece,
got the swag, and got the steez

[outro]
(P.F.T can't complete)
got the swag, and got the steez, uh
pants just got a Christian piece, uh,
6 models holding me, what

DONT TOUCH ME [w/WOOD$]

[chorus]x2
i, put, Margiela on your bitch,
this some lust shit, nigga real talk,
we just fucked cause she want a pic,
this some love shit, nigga real talk

[verse 1]
i just woke up, suddenly i'm famous,
in my grave like i'm back in the cradle,
bitch i'm Birdman and i'm dangerous,
plus i already got my own label,
got like 7 hoes in the vimp,
and like 6 other hoes in the whip,
and like 6 other groupies inside of the Jeep,
showin' their ass and their tits,
damn i can't really handle this shit,
i might buy me a crate of mu'fucken Heineken,
handlin' stress and shit,
bitch relax with tits and shit,
bitch i'm tired of seein' your nipples,
bitch i'm tired of seein' you wet,
bitch you always tryna show me nipples,
when i always get me a new cheque,

[chorus]x2
i put Margiela on your bitch,
this some lust shit, nigga real talk, (talk)
we just fucked cause she want a pic,
this some love shit, nigga real talk, (talk)


[chorus]
(ye!)
cocaine all in my system tonight,
(ye!)
cocaine all in my system tonight,
(ye!)
cocaine all in my system tonight,
(ye!)
cocaine all in my system tonight,
(ye!)
just for the night,
(ye!)
(just for the night)
(ye!)

[verse 1]
if i told you i wanted you back,
would you want me back?
in your arms,
in your arms,
if i told you i wanted you back,
would you want me back?
in your arms,
in your arms,
cause i've been thinkin' about you,
(i've been thinkin' about you,
all night long)
thinkin' about you,
(i've been thinkin' about you,
all night long)
only you

chorus]
(ye!)
cocaine all in my system tonight,
(got my system fucked up! uh,
shits fucked up!)
(ye!)
cocaine all in my system tonight,
got my system fucked up! uh,
shits fucked up!)
(ye!)
cocaine all in my system tonight,
got my system fucked up! uh,
shits fucked up!)
(ye!)
cocaine all in my system tonight,
got my system fucked up! uh,
shits fucked up!)
(ye!)
just for the night,
(ye!)
(just for the night)
(ye!)


DONT TOUCH ME [w/WOOD$]

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