Ain't no way around it
If you can look at a crew and you know
Who the boss is without
Looking, then you got
You got the wrong boss
You got the wrong boss
Yeah, he ain't thinking right
He ain't moving y'all right
When you look at me and my
Homies, you don't know who, who doing what
Right when me and my, me and my homies go to
The strip club and we run up a tab
They don't know who to give the bill to
That's a fact (Damn, Machu
Why'd you have to do 'em like that?)
Let's reminisce
'Member all the times (yeah)
We was cuttin' shit to send it out of town
Yeah (On the road)
Spot hot, gotta get it off the 'Hound
(Greyhound) real street nigga
(yeah) , hold it up, a hundred thousand on
This crown (Hundred thousand on the crown
Y'all remember?)
Reminiscin' 'bout the bad days
I was down on my ass until that bag came
Thirty-thousand dollar plays, now we mad paid
(Thirty bands, nigga)
Used to get it off the road
Now this Rollie fully blown like it had AIDS
(Vezzo)
Gettin' money, nigga, throw that shit
(Throw it) bitches know who really up
These niggas know who's lit (IUR)
Ain't only rich on Instagram
We got ownership (Really havin')
Type of bag get a nigga and his brodie hit
(Bah) two forty on the wrist
Count a million up with Ki when
We was on the boat (Kiki)
Offset Forgiats, put them bitches
On a Cullinan, then she wanted Ghost
(Skrrt)
Yeah, just thinkin' 'bout the bad days
(Bad days)
I was down for a minute, then that bag came
(What?) them hoes used to laugh at us
Now we mad paid (Now we up)
I put F's on everything, I got bad grades
(Forgiato)
Yeah, just thinkin' 'bout the bad days
(Bad days)
I was down for a minute, then that bag came
(Bag came) them hoes used to laugh at us
Now we mad paid (Now we mad paid)
I can flex on a nigga, I got cash saved
(Money, DJ Drama)
Million dollars cash, yeah, I stack different
(Stack it) look like you got some money now
That's why you act different
Plus I live the shit I rap, yeah
My facts different (Really live it)
We just motivatin' (Huh)
Bring them toys out (yeah)
You sellin' fetty in the hood
You know them boys on us
Made so much money in the O
They wanna boycott us
Five thousand every fit, bitch
I'm my own stylist (I'm my own stylist)
Realest niggas in this shit, yeah
We the last breed (We the last of 'em)
I'm sellin' beans in the lake just like
(Rest in peace)
Watch so motherfuckin' froze, bitch
I can't see (I can't see)
Niggas plottin' every day
So I can keep it on me (Fah)
Baby fin on my waist
Look like a beeper on me (Beeper)
Fuckin' with that blood raw
Now I got Jeezy money (That dog food)
Nigga playin' with that pape'
Put the reaper on him
Yeah, just thinkin' 'bout the bad days
(Bad days)
I was down for a minute, then that bag came
(What?) them hoes used to laugh at us
Now we mad paid (Now we up)
I put F's on everything, I got bad grades
(Forgiato)
Yeah, just thinkin' 'bout the bad days
(Bad days)
I was down for a minute, then that bag came
(Bag came) them hoes used to laugh at us
Now we mad paid (Now we mad paid)
I can flex on a nigga, I got cash saved
(Money)
(Gangsta Grillz) you know what I'm sayin'?
You would never, yeah and, and
We got homies that ain't got nothing
But it don't look good
If I got five chains on, my
Homeboy got five chains on
Everybody jeweled up
One of the homies, he, he
Ain't got no jewelry on
Everybody pass him a chain
Everybody give him a hundred dollars
It's ten of us, he got a thousand dollars to
Go to the club with
And he ain't gon' play nothin'
So now he might lose some
Of his thousand dollars
He got kids, five hundred go to them
He just got blessed just comin' to the club
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