watch me win

Ain't gon block that bitch she gon watch me win Money just like love shit blows in the wind But I still don't know how to make the verses hit Yeah trust me I know that them verses mid God has a plan he ain't finished with I started this shit but i ain't finished it Money always show who you really is Know I need some money I ain't get it yet Its a cold world and she proved that Hoped wouldn't grow apart but i knew that I fell way to hard and you ain't felt that Way in your heart so shit felt bad Its ok I'm sticking to gods plan Be careful takin opinions from the wrong man I need me a million-money tall bands House up in the hills be a tall man Yeah Im sorry But i need me some money need a rarie I dont need all of yall hatin on me Yall cappin some mad shit honestly This might be on the album possibly Or it might just be a failed one honestly Hating on my music Hows yours? You aint got the time for it Oh word? I dont give you my two cents Keep yours Dont worry about what im doing Stay poor Been doin this 8 months Oh lord I need me a lambo No ford Wip need 2 doors No four Makin it outa New York Im sick of your bullshit bitch im sneezing Im done with this shit its that season I dont want no bitches that be cheating Not even mad but whats the reason? Yeah Im sorry But i need some money need a rarie I dont need all of yall hatin on me Yall cappin some mad shit honestly Ain't gon block that bitch she gon watch me win Money just like love shit blows in the wind But I still dont know how to make the verses hit Yeah trust me I know that them verses mid