Ballin' Soon

I just want to be countin' cash, I'on need a broad

Wanna pull up in that Lamb', watch me peel off

Bro gonna pull with that smoke whenever I need the dawgs

Gettin' rich off this rap, why would I need a job?

I just texted my brotha, said that we ballin' soon

Know I need to hit the gym, at least my pockets grew

Hate these ungrateful lil' bitches, this shit was all for you

Now if you come to me complete, you'll probably leave in two

Focused on the money, I just need success

All I wanted was family, didn't believe it exist

I apologized, you know how ego get

God came and humbled me, remember how it was with less

I'm blowing smoke just to numb the stress

Just to numb the trauma, just so I can think of less

I made mistakes, but I can never see those as regrets

Only thing to come close to money is having sex

I'ma rap star, see me, they rap for me

They think they catchin' up, really I'm doing laps, homie

They know I brag different, I keep them racks on me

I been workin' on my form, I'ma ball, Kobe

I just want to be countin' cash, I'on need a broad

Wanna pull up in that Lamb', watch me peel off

Bro gonna pull with that smoke whenever I need the dawgs

Gettin' rich off this rap, why would I need a job?

I just texted my brotha, said that we ballin' soon

Know I need to hit the gym, at least my pockets grew

Hate these ungrateful lil' bitches, this shit was all for you

Now if you come to me complete, you'll probably leave in two

Only reason that she love me 'cause I beat the odds

I was down and out, I remember feeling lost

Took a look at where I'm at, like damn, I did a lot

I know she cheating too, I'm just the one gettin' caught

Ass fat, do it jiggle when you walk?

When you gettin' money, all the pretty women flock, yeah

Tryin' bond with Uncle, he still running from the cops

Had to put the bottle down, now I'm drowning in my thoughts

Wild and reckless, almost had me in the box

I'ma run it up for everyone I ever lost

I don't think they really hear me, why should I talk?

I might go back to flippin', I feel like Shai Ross

BB Simmons hold up the black denim

He don't belong on the stage, just stick to ad-libing

What's with all the attitude in all these bad women?

But I can't lie, you do way more than what my last couldn't

I just want be countin' cash, I'on need a broad

Wanna pull up in that Lamb', watch me peel off

Bro gonna pull with that smoke whenever I need the dawgs

Gettin' rich off this rap, why would I need a job?

I just texted my brotha, said that we ballin' soon

Know I need to hit the gym, at least my pockets grew

Hate these ungrateful lil' bitches, this shit was all for you

Now if you come to me complete, you'll probably leave in two