Letra September 7th - YFN Lucci
(Can't play ballin' on these hoes, hah)
Fake ass world, fake ass niggas, fake ass bitches
Fuck all you motherfuck***
Look, uh
World we live in
I swear I used to have a heart, it went ghost on me
I put my trust in a ni*** and he stole from me
I said I can't let no ni*** take my soul from me
All I need is money, I don't need no woman, yeah
You can't save everybody you gotta pick and choose
My daddy always tell me not to be a fool
My auntie died when she was young, it left me critical
Muffin died when she was young, it left me miserable
Was a free agent, now I ball crazy
Big Cuban link, bustdown bracelets
Maybe we could f***, but that's all baby
Married to the money, bitch, I'm taken
Look, you only got one time to slip up
You only get one shot, ni***, what you miss for?
Nigga making diss songs we out here hitting their shit up
That money got too heavy so I started doing sit-ups
Look, if it ain't about a bag I probably won't pick up
Talkin' bout a bitch I probably had, I could give two fucks
She say she tryna be boo'd up, f*** her then I boot her
Pockets on Buddha, holy hallelujah
Look, rollin' like a scooter, gotta free my main man
Shawty was a shooter
Two hundred thousand on the airplane
I probably should've flew her, private
How the hell you made it out the zoo? Grindin'
6 AM and a ni*** in the booth
I ain't got love for no buster ass ni*** like you
I show love to all my thugs, I salute all my troops
Aye if you thug how we thug then I know what you been through
Long Live Nut, Free Ju
Stiff on a regular bitch
These Hermes seats, this ain't no regular shit
A number two on a jet, this ain't no regular shit
Like number two on a jet, these ain't no regular kicks
Stiff on a regular bitch
These Hermes seats, this ain't no regular shit
A number two on a jet, this ain't no regular shit
Like number two on a jet, these ain't no regular kicks