Sacco & Vanzetti (feat. FarrellB)

She so different, she get money all on her own She so different, she gonna pass by my home I'm not on a pill but I'm high She told me that you not that guy Her words would make a nigga cry And it made me cry I'm not on a pill but I'm high She told me that you not that guy Her words would make a nigga cry And it made me cry And it made me cry And it made me cry And it made me cry Know them bands is still her heart Owe the world everything, it's just my heart And I put my soul on god Imma be rich one day on god Imma be rich one day oh lord She money, she want all of it She see them bands she like oh lord I got the power we moving up like a T.V with no cord All of these bitches gon say that they saw All of my nigga's be burning on gas All of my nigga's be post with a gat All of my nigga's be sipping on yak I'm in her mouth like plaque I wrote a song it's gon' get me a plaque These nigga's pussy not talking a cat Marco Vincent I'm posted up You niggas posted up on the IG with a gat We gonna be on his head like a hat Fuck it we gonna keep going We gonna spend his block till that boy gone She call me a dick I told that girl beat me I'm not talking porn Imma be rich one day on god Have a bad bitch one day on god Live will be lit one day on god Imma go all in and win all my chips on god All of these hate I can't see through the fog Hundreds on hundreds they green as the yard Me and my niggas be sipping on yack I get the Choppa its on my backpack Call up my twin and you know we don't lack She wanna pull up and lick on my sack Big like Fazo thats a rack Hit that hoe from the back Hit that hoe from the back Hit that hoe from the back She wanna slide She wanna ride She want the racks But I'm that guy She wanna slide She wanna ride She want the racks But I'm that guy Baby I don't know how you do that Making your broken heart go through that Baby I don't know how you do that Making your broken heart go through that Baby I don't know how you do that Woah, Woah, Woah, Uh