Lyrics: 

I’m gettin used to the cash 
Back then I ain’t have a lot of that
And I walked ina saks bought the hoe 
I’m bouta rock out a motherfuckin show
And I walked ina saks 
Baby I mix the Prada wit my Louis bag 
I been on the road don’t got time for that
All my old bitches yeah they comin back 
I ain’t get no bread
Now I got a whole lotta motion 
Yeah my money been causin commotion 
Yeah dis pussy be wetter than the ocean  
But you ain’t know bout that 
Yo pockets way too flat 
I know yo money yeah that shit subtract 
Did this shit so easily 
Keep that hoe right in her place if she need to be 
Get the fuck up out my face tho 
We ain’t do no talkin we just that k roll 
Ain’t no time for discussions 
If you run up on me then ima up it 
Got my shoota wit me and he dumpin 
Got all my n*ggas at the function 
That’s yo mans we gon jump him 
All my mans yeah we gon jump in 
Hold that hammer we get to stumpin 
Oh he’s got more than a hunnid 
I’m shootin someone and I’m runnin 
Why these n*ggas think that they run shit
She gon blow me just like a trumpet 
Why you keep on makin assumptions 
When I told you we are nothin 
I’m gettin used to the cash 
Back then I ain’t have a lot of that
And I walked ina saks bought the hoe 
I’m bouta rock out a motherfuckin show
And I walked ina saks 
Baby I mix the Prada wit my Louis bag 
I been on the road don’t got time for that
All my old bitches yeah they comin back 
I ain’t get no bread
Now I got a whole lotta motion 
Yeah my money been causin commotion 
Yeah dis pussy be wetter than the ocean  
But you ain’t know bout that 
Yo pockets way too flat 
I know yo money yeah that shit subtract

Used To It Feat: Tracy 2 Mars (Prod. Tjr1vv)

See No Evil (Prod. Aria1k x Benjicold)

Make it out

f33lm3* (prod. thadigitaldrumma x smokefusion)

how u get like that (ksubi)

unreciprocated

##Frank Ocean [prod. zivo]

do•you.see•me¿? {pröd. babymexico x Rubymay}

https://hyperfollow.com/Stuffedday

Lyrics 

Intro:
That lil nig want a hand out
He can’t even get a breadcrumb
Got gas for the low that sh*t be on sa-le

Hook:
Yeah I’m tryna watch my back uh
And them nigs come under attack 
and you know that ian gon lack uh

Y’all nig always be mad
Ye y’all nig always tryn say sum
To tired I got jet lag 
And you know imma make that bag uh

Y’all always tryn cap bout sum
Like where do ya come from?
That nig want a handout
He can’t even get a breadcrumb 

Verse 1:
Independent I stand,
yeah I’m tryna standout
That lil b*tch a fan,
no you can’t get no shoutout
Pearls on my neck no clam
Pray to God that Glocky won’t jam 
They see me and they know who I am
I’m jus tryna provide for the fam

B*tch nigg do you have a problem?
Took her out to eat to Benihana’s 
I’m in the streets wit the real top shottas 
Always asking for cash like a baby momma

That sh*t you smoking is trash
Make a nigg wanna get in his bag
You know ian never gon lack
Ion give a f*ck if that was the past

And you niggs never listen to me
And lately I been going through it
I been focusing on music
Stfu cuz you sound stupid
Can’t live this way it’s too abusive 

Hook:
Yeah I’m tryna watch my back uh
And them nigs come under attack 
and you know that ian gon lack uh

Y’all nig always be mad
Ye y’all nig always tryn say sum
To tired I got jet lag 
And you know imma make that bag uh

Y’all always tryn cap bout sum
Like where do ya come from?
That nig want a handout
He can’t even get a breadcrumb 

Verse 2:
Gas in my lung can’t feel
Took her out to eat Ian paying no bill
Hold up bae can you grab the wheel 
I’m just tryna run up that mill

Only Cashapp don’t do the Zelle 
Remember hitting licks jus like Ezal
I’m in the mix and you can’t tell
Nigg is a b*tch he gon tuck his tale

I’ll send a lil op to hell
Lil bro couldn’t even pay the bail
I told him call me if you need some help
We smoking on gas this sh*t top shelf

I jus wanna obtain some we-a-lth
Focusing on my mental he-a-lth
I went off track but I’m back on ra-i-l
My nigg move in silence they got ste-a-lth

I can say I did it by mysel-lf
Copy my wave they follow my tra-il
F*ck outta my face you can’t hit this L
This gas for the low that sh*t be on sa-le
Don’t come to my home stop ringing my be-ll

Hook:
Yeah I’m tryna watch my back uh
And them nigs come under attack 
and you know that ian gon lack uh

Y’all nig always be mad
Ye y’all nig always tryn say sum
To tired I got jet lag 
And you know imma make that bag uh

Y’all always tryn cap bout sum
Like where do ya come from?
That nig want a handout
He can’t even get a breadcrumb

Breadcrumb prod.fargone

Drax x Ga$ton - DontWannaSayIt

Make it out

nolimitsyko!

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