Fuck Wat You Thot

Hey bitch F*ck what you thought You can run to the bullshit Ima run to the guap Ain't no stepping on toes Unless u step in my spot My pockets getting fatter And your pockets is not Keep it real and on the go That's the main goal Put the work in when it's time Pockets stayin swole Ain't no feeling like the feeling When you in your zone Keep your head up shawty That's how the game go Don't let them take your focus Off a better life You gonna need more than that cash For what you trynna buy You gonna need more than a gun If u trynna ride My best advice know exactly what You want in life Because if you make a wrong turn You can make it right And if u f*ck up with your girl You can make it right And if you fighting with your fam You can make it right Just make sure you prayin twice At the end of the night It took me almost thirty years Still trynna get it right Kept lookin in the mirror Wasn't looking inside Now I'm feeling like I'm rich Got things that money can't buy Keep my riches in the sky They ain't takin mines Hey bitch f*ck what you thought You can run to that bullshit Imma run to the guap Ain't no stepping on toes Unless u step in my spot My pockets gettin fatter And your pockets is not Hold up hold up I don't think that you heard me Take all of that bullshit Leave it right where the birds be Pulled up to the spot beat loud as your Kirby I don't gotta lie If I'm working I'm working Still push this music to your ears Like I'm serving Probably trying to roll up a blunt If my whip swerving Second time having three rides Flipped the suburban I ain't got that many kids So it was worth it Call me Uncle Sam with the packs Tax every purchase Business man with a business plan and a purpose Been at it since I was nine I had the vision Papa told me stay on the grind You gotta get it Salute to all my real ones Striving to independence Ain't nobody gonna tell u how To get rich but if u listen You might learn a thing or two about business Keep some medical in a swisher rolled F*ck stressful living Hey bitch f*ck what you thought You can run to the bullshit Imma run to the guap Ain't no stepping on toes Unless u step in my spot My pockets getting fatter And your pockets is not