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Yah yah Me and Tjay, oh
Times like this, times like this
Times like this, yeah I miss
My momma I miss her yeah
Yah yeah, Dexter yeah
Hi mom, yeah, I miss us
Ooh, momma I miss you, yeah
I miss you, yeah, Dexter, Tjay, yah
Ride around with me a blick
Can't trust a n***a, 'cause a n***a did the slick
Run up on me swear to God, boy, you get dismissed
Yeah, yeah, you get dismissed
I remember I was broke, I ain't have it
Now a n***a got the cheese he got that cabbage
She wanna f**k me and she married
I don't wanna f**k you baby have my baby, no no
I heard you was a whole hoe
Call Lil Tjay that's my lil' bro
We all slammed on some good blow
Any n***a lookin' stupid shot him to the floor
Trynna make it, huh
All these n***as trynna take it
You run up on me swear to God that .50 shakin'
That b*t*h got titties on it yeah its bakin'
Yeah, yahh, I want the money
I don't want no fake sh*t I'm not a dummy
All these n***as round me got no money
If you ain't talking 'bout no business or the money
Gone yeah, you go can go real far, yeah
Real far yeah, you can go real far, yeah
And momma, rest in peace, yeah I miss ya
Chasin' the money, I get to the bag
I know they hatin' on me and it's sad
Never wanna lie I'ma keep it a stack
Shootin' to the top and I ain't goin' back
I had no choice but to hop in my bird
They want my face on the front of a shirt
If I call Dexter he goin' berserk
I call the gang they put you in the dirt
Ooh, I'm doin' my thing
You think I'ma slap then you goin' insane
Paid industry I be makin' it rain
Bro relation but any hoe ain't a thing
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
I'ma pull up with the gang
Huh, huh, huh, huh
No we ain't playin' no games
No we not playin' no games
That .30 on me, yeah, it bang
Huh, ooh, you better stay in your lane
I keep my shooters with me, you know they gon' bang
It's me and Tjay swervin' in the Ranger
I remember days I was broke now
I remember days I was sleepin on that floor now
I f**k her then she want some more now
Ooh girly, yeah, I know, yeah
She wanna f**k me then she f**k my bro
I can't DM her 'cause that b*t*h a sl*t
It's me and Tjay, yeah, we turnin' up
Yeah, on fire
On my bag I have my berk
Got a b*t*h she wanna Perc'
Couple of big mans in the hearse
Wait, I make em squirm
And use a sub a n***a just sub me up
Ooh, and I'm, yeah, yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah
And the money on me why I ain't sad, yeah
I'm 300 I don't care, yeah
f**k that b*t*h I tell her yeah I'll pull her by her hair
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yah yah Me and Tjay, oh
Times like this, times like this
Times like this, yeah I miss
My momma I miss her yeah
Yah yeah, Dexter yeah
Hi mom, yeah, I miss us
Ooh, momma I miss you, yeah
I miss you, yeah, Dexter, Tjay, yah
Ride around with me a blick
Can't trust a n***a, 'cause a n***a did the slick
Run up on me swear to God, boy, you get dismissed
Yeah, yeah, you get dismissed
I remember I was broke, I ain't have it
Now a n***a got the cheese he got that cabbage
She wanna f**k me and she married
I don't wanna f**k you baby have my baby, no no
I heard you was a whole hoe
Call Lil Tjay that's my lil' bro
We all slammed on some good blow
Any n***a lookin' stupid shot him to the floor
Trynna make it, huh
All these n***as trynna take it
You run up on me swear to God that .50 shakin'
That b*t*h got titties on it yeah its bakin'
Yeah, yahh, I want the money
I don't want no fake sh*t I'm not a dummy
All these n***as round me got no money
If you ain't talking 'bout no business or the money
Gone yeah, you go can go real far, yeah
Real far yeah, you can go real far, yeah
And momma, rest in peace, yeah I miss ya
Chasin' the money, I get to the bag
I know they hatin' on me and it's sad
Never wanna lie I'ma keep it a stack
Shootin' to the top and I ain't goin' back
I had no choice but to hop in my bird
They want my face on the front of a shirt
If I call Dexter he goin' berserk
I call the gang they put you in the dirt
Ooh, I'm doin' my thing
You think I'ma slap then you goin' insane
Paid industry I be makin' it rain
Bro relation but any hoe ain't a thing
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
I'ma pull up with the gang
Huh, huh, huh, huh
No we ain't playin' no games
No we not playin' no games
That .30 on me, yeah, it bang
Huh, ooh, you better stay in your lane
I keep my shooters with me, you know they gon' bang
It's me and Tjay swervin' in the Ranger
I remember days I was broke now
I remember days I was sleepin on that floor now
I f**k her then she want some more now
Ooh girly, yeah, I know, yeah
She wanna f**k me then she f**k my bro
I can't DM her 'cause that b*t*h a sl*t
It's me and Tjay, yeah, we turnin' up
Yeah, on fire
On my bag I have my berk
Got a b*t*h she wanna Perc'
Couple of big mans in the hearse
Wait, I make em squirm
And use a sub a n***a just sub me up
Ooh, and I'm, yeah, yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah
And the money on me why I ain't sad, yeah
I'm 300 I don't care, yeah
f**k that b*t*h I tell her yeah I'll pull her by her hair
Yeah, yeah, yeah
