F**k Wit Me

(Stoopid)

Yeah, aye

You know that money don't make you real, right?

That shit just define the person you are, you feel me?

Real **** since day one, man

Aye, I gotta give my all once again

Gotta put my heart in this shit

Get up if I fall once again

Save it up all, don't spend

First thing I bought was the Bent'

Let me talk my shit

I been workin' hard on my craft

Long-sleeve shirt, boy, you know there's somethin' up my sleeves

And I ain't ever goin' out bad

Middle finger up, boy, you know you can't fuck with me

I could never let that bullshit you do get to me

Charge a **** for the game, I be givin' this a fee

Two middle finger when I bang, I throw up a bigger B

Swear, my life is like a puzzle, I need the missin' piece

The more haters that I get, boy, that paper increase

The more money that I spend, the more friends decrease

Fake card good, we were somewhere eatin' free

Smokin' good gas, pump five, BP

Neighborhood stop sign, we was in the streets

Still goin' in, top five, mention me

Better clock in, you don't work, you don't eat

I got old money put up, boy, stop playin' with me

We were takin' everything, playin' for keeps

You never been a boss, you not the man to me

Talkin' money, yeah, a hundred grand, it's cheap

To me

I gotta give my all once again

Gotta put my heart in this shit

Get up if I fall once again

Save it up all, don't spend

First thing I bought was the Bent'

Let me talk my shit

I been workin' hard on my craft

Long-sleeve shirt, boy, you know there's somethin' up my sleeves

And I ain't ever goin' out bad

Middle finger up, boy, you know you can't fuck with me

If I was colorblind, I would still talk green, baby

Money talk, Chris Tucker, Charlie Sheen, baby

Would come flip a chicken, but you know that weed gravy

Gotta scream my shorty name, yeah, Wild Green, baby

Spray a **** too like ocean, baby

Dead people, I got all the faces

Passport stamp, I done went all these places

Lawyer paid off, he done won all these cases

Dead white man in my pocket, I'm not racist

Turned my dreams into reality, never thought I would make it

Have another kid, that motivation

Mama house, I got it in in the basement

We're not rushin' on money, 'cause we were patient

Can't do it backward, 'cause then, that wouldn't make sense

Trap doin' numbers, got another sold

And a U-Haul on the way with another load

I gotta give my all once again

Gotta put my heart in this shit (I told y'all ****, man)

Get up if I fall once again

Save it up all, don't spend (Ain't shit changed)

First thing I bought was the Bent'  (But the extra zeroes in the bank account, ****)

Let me talk my shit

I been workin' hard on my craft

Long-sleeve shirt, boy, you know there's somethin' up my sleeves (I'm so stressed out)

And I ain't ever goin' out bad (I'm smokin' cigarettes now, man)

Middle finger up, boy, you know you can't fuck with me