Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
M. O. Kahsay
Songwriter
Lyrics
Come on nigga
Ah hell nah
Know what the fuck goin on man
Woke up today bitch I promise to get it
I need 50 dollars a minute, hold up
I want the bank bitch I'm not tryna kick it
Don't call if it aint bout some digits, hold up
Run up the rank I be pasin up niggas
I know that they sick that I'm winning, hold up
I'm that lil nigga that spit what they missing
These lil niggas not competition
On god bitch im different
I swear that im gifted
Lace up the cleats on my beats I be tripping
Swing & a miss when he drop I don't listen
He dropping more butt than a miami stripper
Can't come along get the fuck out the picture
I cut a boy quick on my mama wont miss ya
I got the ball time to show how to get it
Them hoe niggas never gon' do how I did it
I gotta get it and fly
I don't like givin' out no second chances
They always show me to leave them behind
Who put that shit out that got my ho dancing?
Brodie you know its that nigga Kuhsigh
Thought I was lyin
See why them niggas surprised
Since "Do It Again", ain't predicted him right
Crush on this one girl she look like Kehlani
Got tats from her neck all the way down her spine
I got a thing for another
She might got a nigga but she want me now so its fine
We got a mission to climb up the rank
I ain't taking advice and I think Ill be fine
And I promise I got better shit to be doing than talking
So please don't be wasting my time
Huh
We used to whip in that Two Tone Lexus
Now I need two tone Carter watches
I don't like when you look in my direction
Nigga your presence fuckin up the profit
Im tryna make a Mili by the 2nd
You tryna fuck the girl and she don't want you
When they start rapping Im losing my senses
Really ain't hearing what these niggas talking
Woke up today bitch I promise to get it
I need 50 dollars a minute, hold up
I want the bank bitch I'm not tryna kick it
Don't call if it aint bout some digits, hold up
Run up the rank I be pasin up niggas
I know that they sick that I'm winning, hold up
I'm that lil nigga that spit what they missing
These lil niggas not competition
On god bitch im different
I swear that im gifted
Lace up the cleats on my beats I be tripping
Swing & a miss when he drop I don't listen
He dropping more butt than a miami stripper
Can't come along get the fuck out the picture
I cut a boy quick on my mama wont miss ya
I got the ball time to show how to get it
Them hoe niggas never gon' do how I did it
Writer(s): M. O. Kahsay
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