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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Da Real Gee Money
Da Real Gee Money
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Garret Burton
Garret Burton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Swift
DJ Swift
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
They don't wanna see a **** winnin'
Grindin' hard, I been tryna get it
In the yo gettin' to the business
I ain't tryna go back to the trenches
Off the mud, I'ma eat regardless
All this pain left a **** heartless
All the bullets that a **** dodgin'
Back to back steady catchin' charges
[Verse 2]
Pussy **** steady testin' me
Baby mama steady stressin' me
I can't let 'em get the best of me
In the kitchen got the recipe
Pussy **** steady testin' me
Baby mama steady stressin' me
I can't let 'em get the best of me
In the kitchen got the recipe
[Verse 3]
Pulled down the block on the block
Went from a rock to a block
So much of weight on the scale
Ended up breakin' the clock
When I pull up in the drop
Popped the purp cocked the Glock
Know these **** at my top
But I can't let 'em take my spot
I can't believe how these **** be holdin' they nuts
I know they hate to see me blowin' up
Back to back drinkin', I stay pourin' up
Give me a reason and I'm showin' up
Fuck all these ****, I don't show no love
Don't need no deal I need me a plug
Fuckin' your bitch, got her suckin' me up
That pussy leakin' whenever we fuck
[Verse 4]
Hop in the wagon, I really be actin'
Bitches go crazy they see me in traffic
I ain't been rappin', I really been stackin'
Trappin' us off I got bands in the mattress
I'm tryna blow but these **** won't let me
Laws on my trail but I won't let 'em catch me
Real street **** pull up in your section
Ain't gotta like me but you gone respect me
[Verse 5]
They don't wanna see a **** winnin'
Grindin' hard, I been tryna get it
In the yo gettin' to the business
I ain't tryna go back to the trenches
Off the mud, I'ma eat regardless
All this pain left a **** heartless
All the bullets that a **** dodgin'
Back to back steady catchin' charges
[Verse 6]
Pussy **** steady testin' me
Baby mama steady stressin' me
I can't let 'em get the best of me
In the kitchen got the recipe
Pussy **** steady testin' me
Baby mama steady stressin' me
I can't let 'em get the best of me
In the kitchen got the recipe
[Verse 7]
I can't lose, all I know is win
If I lose, I'ma go again
Baby mama fucked my main man
Then I went and fucked her best friend
Move good I won't leave a trail
Makin' money off my single sales
Sell they soul for a record deal
I'm the last real **** left
Ain't no way I'ma let you play with me
Nine millimeter, that bitch stay with me
Put me on any track, bitch, I'ma eat
Trell got the car when we ready for beef
Don't think the industry ready for me
They signin' **** who pussy as fuck
I rather get it without me a deal and get me a mill and run my shit up
I am the **** they waitin' on
Should know I won't have 'em waitin' long
Run up on me think I'm slippin'
Chapo got the Glock that'll have a **** face gone
Everyday I have a different bitch
Switch hoes like I switch fits
Switch fits like I switch whips
I'm the plug, come and take a trip
[Verse 8]
They don't wanna see a **** winnin'
Grindin' hard, I been tryna get it
In the yo gettin' to the business
I ain't tryna go back to the trenches
Off the mud, I'ma eat regardless
All this pain left a **** heartless
All the bullets that a **** dodgin'
Back to back, steady catchin' charges
[Verse 9]
Pussy ****, steady testin' me
Baby mama, steady stressin' me
I can't let 'em get the best of me
In the kitchen, got the recipe
Pussy ****, steady testin' me
Baby mama, steady stressin' me
I can't let 'em get the best of me
In the kitchen, got the recipe
[Verse 10]
I'm tryna blow but these **** won't let me
Always on my trail but I won't let 'em catch me
Real street **** pull up in your section
Ain't gotta like me but you gone respect me
Written by: Garret Burton
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