#FukdaIndustry

Bankrolls falling out my Mouth. Every time we talk bout cash Everytime we talk bout Rack's Niggas stupid spending money that they never gon make back I don't care bout the Hate My Bag Goyard Only the broke Niggas talk A lot If you Really had Racks, you wouldn't talk A lot SUVMUSIKK we talking that Big Body coupe you can't Fit in the parking lot I'm just really gon stay out the way and Focus on my bread I ain't gonna dap you up if that shit don't come wit Respect I don't even need to drop a bag for goons to get yo head We let the numbers talk, The numbers talk to me said we the best Go to war about these Racks. Headshot Gang,F*ck yo Vest Big slime hit me up on text, he said Lihhhbrady you up next And they hate how we went up, bitch we got Rappers so Upset We got Rappers in they Feelings I just pop out when it's Night, I'm Codeine Villain Granny pray for me before she sleep, she know her boy need Healin' We don't give a f*ck bout beef, don't give a f*ck bout how you Feeling Niggas had the shit we had but they didn't do nun with that shit. Niggas claiming that they trap, but they won't do nun with that Brick We got Snipers on the Roof One wrong move, we get you picked Got Givenchy on my shit, might put Givenchy on yo bitch. We don't get Phased by the Fake You won't do nun with that Stick And your Bitch say she feel safer at the Bando I ain't tripping bout no smoke I go to war alone like Rambo I knew I was gon be Rich, I feel asleep dreamt of a lambo Getmoneygang, Respect the Set You only Rich up on da Net Take care the Fam before I'm dead Spread my name out in Baguettes I'm gon buy myself a crib before I buy my own patek You know we been moving smarter Get yo money and Invest That's some shit that they don't know That's why all these fucking Rappers end up broke I say f*ck all of that fake shit, I stay Real to my Big Bro's Niggas ain't stick to the script they just be switching on the code Gotta stay true to yourself or else this game gon leave you cold Das why I don't f*ck with niggas Das why I just count my racks Told my Nigga we gon eat, just don't go behind my back And I want it all I swear to god I'm dying bout them plaques 1017 Right on my body. Thought I'm goth with all this black