CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Bet
Pull out the stick, bet I won't miss
Pull up da scene, bet I'm gone drip
Money ain't a thing, get it off the rip
He want a lil fame, now they spellin' rip
I ain't get handout I just whipped my wrist
Made the pack flip, I'm stuck at the stove
She got a lil followers she think she da shit
Instagram model, treat her like a hoe
I tell lil mama come here get low
I told the plug it's already sold
I'm on the north them youngins so cold
They'll pull up to your door
Pull up knock his dome
I tried to tell lil mama she ain't listen
I'm on the lonely road, road to riches
Tryna run these digits
I ain't got no feelins
Tryna feel a million
That's just how I'm feelin'
That's just how I'm feelin'
Need racks to the ceilin'
That's just how I'm feelin'
Nigga fuck the system that's just how I'm feelin'
He a rat nigga I don't want no dealing'
They know who we are wassgang
Bitch we from the trenches million dollar visions gotta go and get it
Hit him leave no witness clips they extended
We them niggas winning tell them bring the ribbons
I'm so money driven on the road to riches diamonds, yea
The biting diamonds yea they vicious
Better not move suspicious jman handle business
Watch the beam glisten right there on his fitted
Riding with no sealing live life with no limits
Free lil crodie miss lil cro he a menace
We ain't going back and forth na, this ain't tennis
16 going up top J J Reddick
Getting all this green i don’t really fuck with lettuce
If she wanna leave then leave I ain't sweating
Don't at me or mention hollows for the tension
Snakes snatch me up and you know I ain't confessin'
Told lil mama come round and give me a blessin'
Bitch I got the sauce like some mother fuckin' dressin'
Pull out the stick, bet I won't miss
Pull up da scene, bet I'm gone drip
Money ain't a thing, get it off the rip
He want a lil fame, now they spellin' rip
I ain't get handout I just whipped my wrist
Made the pack flip, I'm stuck at the stove
She got a lil followers she think she da shit
Instagram model, treat her like a hoe
I tell lil mama come here get low
I told the plug it's already sold
I'm on the north them youngins so cold
They'll pull up to your door
Pull up knock his dome
I tried to tell lil mama she ain't listen
I'm on the lonely road, road to riches
Tryna run these digits
I ain't got no feelins
Tryna feel a million
That's just how I'm feelin'
Lil nigga listen pay attention
Being broke that's your decision
Knock a nigga right off his pivot
He a loose ball caught him slippin'
Lil bitch she always trippin'
I just wanna fuck then I'ma dismiss it
Got the green beam in case he move a lil distant
Blow out your candles ain't makin' no wishes
When we pull up it get ugly explicit
She wanna fuck baby be more specific
Leave no trace no forensics or ballistics
Still at the pot, still got my wrist in
Still trap out the trenches
If I start something I'ma finish
Won't forget I ain't forgivin'
Still free the cros out the prison
I call she pull up in a instant
I call she pull up in a instant
Better not tell your friends bout our business
Heard they ask why I'm liking your pictures
Why you always got me on your playlist
Keep it on the low don't say shit
Insta bitch she think she famous
Counting money so entertainin'
Walk a nigga down like Jason
Pull up da scene, bet I'm gone drip
Money ain't a thing, get it off the rip
He want a lil fame, now they spellin' rip
I ain't get handout I just whipped my wrist
Made the pack flip, I'm stuck at the stove
She got a lil followers she think she da shit
Instagram model, treat her like a hoe
I tell lil mama come here get low
I told the plug it's already sold
I'm on the north them youngins so cold
They'll pull up to your door
Pull up knock his dome
I tried to tell lil mama she ain't listen
I'm on the lonely road, road to riches
Tryna run these digits
I ain't got no feelins
Tryna feel a million
That's just how I'm feelin'
That's just how I'm feelin'
Need racks to the ceilin'
That's just how I'm feelin'
Nigga fuck the system that's just how I'm feelin'
He a rat nigga I don't want no dealing'
They know who we are wassgang
Bitch we from the trenches million dollar visions gotta go and get it
Hit him leave no witness clips they extended
We them niggas winning tell them bring the ribbons
I'm so money driven on the road to riches diamonds, yea
The biting diamonds yea they vicious
Better not move suspicious jman handle business
Watch the beam glisten right there on his fitted
Riding with no sealing live life with no limits
Free lil crodie miss lil cro he a menace
We ain't going back and forth na, this ain't tennis
16 going up top J J Reddick
Getting all this green i don’t really fuck with lettuce
If she wanna leave then leave I ain't sweating
Don't at me or mention hollows for the tension
Snakes snatch me up and you know I ain't confessin'
Told lil mama come round and give me a blessin'
Bitch I got the sauce like some mother fuckin' dressin'
Pull out the stick, bet I won't miss
Pull up da scene, bet I'm gone drip
Money ain't a thing, get it off the rip
He want a lil fame, now they spellin' rip
I ain't get handout I just whipped my wrist
Made the pack flip, I'm stuck at the stove
She got a lil followers she think she da shit
Instagram model, treat her like a hoe
I tell lil mama come here get low
I told the plug it's already sold
I'm on the north them youngins so cold
They'll pull up to your door
Pull up knock his dome
I tried to tell lil mama she ain't listen
I'm on the lonely road, road to riches
Tryna run these digits
I ain't got no feelins
Tryna feel a million
That's just how I'm feelin'
Lil nigga listen pay attention
Being broke that's your decision
Knock a nigga right off his pivot
He a loose ball caught him slippin'
Lil bitch she always trippin'
I just wanna fuck then I'ma dismiss it
Got the green beam in case he move a lil distant
Blow out your candles ain't makin' no wishes
When we pull up it get ugly explicit
She wanna fuck baby be more specific
Leave no trace no forensics or ballistics
Still at the pot, still got my wrist in
Still trap out the trenches
If I start something I'ma finish
Won't forget I ain't forgivin'
Still free the cros out the prison
I call she pull up in a instant
I call she pull up in a instant
Better not tell your friends bout our business
Heard they ask why I'm liking your pictures
Why you always got me on your playlist
Keep it on the low don't say shit
Insta bitch she think she famous
Counting money so entertainin'
Walk a nigga down like Jason
