Let Da Beat Build

Let the beat build Gettin' to the money, yeah, I don't need no friends I'm probably with a bad bitch, yeah, she a ten I'm just really tryna cop that new Mercedes, yeah Yeah, yeah, pull up in that Benz Do I really just want her? Or do I want her friends? Well, it all depends, well, it all depends Once it's up, bitch, it's stuck, I ain't makin' amends Bitch, I ain't makin' amends Gotta run that bag up, got cash to spend Gotta run that bag up so we all could be straight I ain't worried about a ninja or a bitch, I'm out the way Don't stand too close, f*ck around and drown off this wave I'm tryna run that bag up so we all could live great Pull up on that boy, you would've thought that this was GTA He can get shot up right up in his face Shot up right up in his fuckin' dome Damn, damn, damn, now his soul gone Probably blowin' Mary Jane, yeah, I'm probably gone Gone off that loud pack, yeah, I'm probably stoned Pull up on your bitch, yeah, she gon' give me dome Ballin' like a bitch, you would've thought I was out there in the field Run up on me, bitch, yeah, you can get hit with that steel Bullets ain't got no name on em, f*ck around and get killed I ain't with all that fake shit, I'm just tryna reach a mil Tryna reach a mil, I ain't talkin' Meek Millie My heart's so damn cold, I ain't talkin' North Philly You ain't gotta like me, but bitch, you is gon' feel me Or at least, or at least, where I'm comin' from In dat Nola boy, you can get hit with them drums Tryna get stupid rich like I was brought up from the slums Step on that boy just like some gum Like, bitch, is you stupid? Or is you dumb? Like, like, bitch, is you dumb? Drugs to the face really be havin' me feelin' numb Like, like, like, bitch, is you dumb? That chopper get to dumpin' like Like, like, like, bitch, is you dumb?