Cfn (feat. Whipp king)

Better get up off your ass if you tryna touch a brick Get up on the grind if you tryna get rich Sittin' with your hand out, you ain't gettin Shit I really came for nothin', I was out here sellin Nicks Better get up off your ass if you tryna touch A brick Get up on the grind if you tryna get rich Sittin' with your hand out, you ain't gettin' shit I really came for nothin', I was out here sellin' nicks I really come for nothin', I ain't had a whole lot I was talkin' since a youngin', hittin' leaks, dodgin' cops I was mixin' in the kitchen, I was flippin' with the pot I was distributin' rock, bitch, I kept the block hot When the feds hit the door, I ain't had nowhere to go I got caught with the gun, the scale, and the dope And I put that on my soul, I ain't never told I'm a real street nigga, I ain't never fold A lot of niggas hatin', they mad cause they broke You'd rather chase a bitch, bitch, I'm stickin' to the code Runnin' up a bag, sittin' is a no These f*ck niggas jealous and I already know I drop a whole bag, got my neck and wrist froze I got real diamonds and I got real gold Ten-fifty for the fish and I bet it swim And be jumpin' in the water like a fuckin' Broom Better get up off your ass if you tryna touch a brief Get up on the grind if you tryna get rich Sittin' with your hand out, you ain't gettin' shit I really gave a nut and I was out just sellin' knees Better get up off your ass if you tryna touch a brief Get up on the grind if you tryna get rich Sittin' with your hand out, you ain't gettin' shit I really gave a nut and I was out just sellin' knees On Tuesdays and Thursdays, you better watch where you sleep Cause the people gon' act as if you get caught in the streets In the streets, number low, low, low, blow, blow, blow, blow All them bricks in the attic, I can make a brick stove We got guns in the fridge and that pot up on the stove All the jewelry on my wrist, you can call me Whippy Gold This ain't color purple, nigga, but the fish up in the bowl Bring the trap back, nigga, we still trappin' at the stove Twelve still tryna get me cause a pussy nigga told Number blues on the tape, we runnin' numbers, number gold I f*ck with Bobby Johnson free, but I never sell my soul I bought a house in the A, we pushin' P like it's K I call a juke, man, nigga, bro, I need another phone We be movin' like the mob, bitch, I'm Godfather 4 F*ck a opp, f*ck a cop, we send hitters at your door Every opp gotta get it, every nigga gotta go Better get up off your ass if you tryna touch a brief Get up on the grind if you tryna get rich Sittin' with your hand out, you ain't gettin' shit I really gave her nothin', I was out here sellin' nicks Better get up off your ass if you tryna touch a brief Get up on the grind if you tryna get rich Sittin' with your hand out, you ain't gettin' shit I really gave her nothin', I was out here sellin' nicks Thanks for watching