Would You

I got bread you ain't telling me nun

I done ran this shit up to the sun

Some bout how I move they I'm the 1

If you ain't help then you can't get a cut

It's some bout the way I'm cut

I ain't got nun to prove I won't give you nun

Would you believe if I told you

Would you believe if I told you what I done

Would you believe if I told you

I got bread I could buy what I want might buy a bitch a bag like Oprah

And my brother gone shoot out that gun yea he gone shoot like a soldier

And my brother gone shoot out that gun yea

Yea if I told him

And my brodie gone shoot out that gun yea cause I never sold him

Remember back then I was broke that was back then when it was colder

Can't go back to being broke I'm tryna spend that at dover

**** talking on my name it's crazy I don't even know em

And I can't treat em all the same cause some of these **** be posing

And a lot of these hoes they be lame so nah I can't fuck around and post em

And a lot of these hoes running game that's why nun of them getting chosen

I'm about my bread

This good as it gets

Yea bae you fly like jet

Yea she my lil yea

They play on the bench

They don't get no rec

I die bout respect

They ain't seen nun yet

But imma get these bands

Balenci on my pants bae

Now we out to France

Now we out to France

Now we out to France

Remember when I was down bad I ain't have a chance

I ain't used to smile then now I'm full of laughs

How long will that last

For you I spend my last

I wonder where they style at bitch I feel like Stacks

I'm tryna out live my past

I'm tryna out live my past