Since A Minor lyrics

[Intro]
Gang, n*gga
Yeah, ayy, Skii
(Can you forgive me?)
Skii, Skii
Ayy, ayy, yeah

[Chorus]
Had grown man money since a minor, n*gga
Who you know f*ckin' with me? You can't find a n*gga (Can't find a n*gga)
Put that b*tch down her knees, I ain't even tryna hit her (Ugh)
French tips and big lips, she look like Kylie Jenner (Yeah)
Bro said don't pull up to the shop if you ain't buyin', n*gga
Wake up and I'm sh*ttin' on 'em without tryin', n*gga (Damn)
Keep a lot of pretty women, I like fine b*tches (On God)
Hit the jeweler, bought my dog a chain so he can shine with me

[Verse]
Money, that's the only thing that's on my mind, really (Ch-ching)
f*ck a money counter, count that sh*t up with my thumbs, silly
Lil' b*tch like, "I can't believe Tylеr said he done with me" (Damn)
I'm goin' 'tardеd, countin' stupid blues, countin' dumb fifties
I'm her favorite artist, bad b*tch gon' let me paint her face (Ugh)
Nah, this ain't a race but if it was, I'd be in first place (On God)
Fell in love with that bag when I got my first taste (Damn)
You waited months for that cat, I hit her the first date (Lil' b*tch)
Took a good girl, do her the worst way (On God)
b*tch, this rappin' is my job, I wake up, put in work, bae (Put in work, bae)
I don't entertain the bullsh*t they say
On the fam, I cannot never change 'cause that's what made me (That's what made me)
Lil' b*tch, no, I ain't a game, no you can't... (Nah, nah)
Lil' b*tch, I am not a game, no, you can't play me (f*ckin' play me)
Young n*gga doin' his thing, look at mama's baby (Mama's baby)
Yeah, ayy (Mama's baby)
Made a bag then spent a bag, I'm treatin' this sh*t like it ain't sh*t
Why is that your baby daddy? That lil' n*gga ain't even rich
They don't need no ass shots or BBL, my b*tches thick
Diamonds on me dancin', it's like fight night, them b*tches hittin'
Told you n*ggas, b*tch, this my year and I ain't even kiddin' (On God)
I might treat my b*tches like a dog, but I still get the kitty (Meow)
Told that b*tch just 'cause I'm ballin' don't mean that I'm trickin'
Walk inside the booth and I cook up like I'm in the f*ckin' kitchen (n*gga)
[Chorus]
Had grown man money since a minor, n*gga (On God)
Who you know f*ckin' with me? You can't find a n*gga (Who the f*ck?)
Put that b*tch down her knees, I ain't even tryna hit her (Ugh)
French tips and big lips, she look like Kylie Jenner (Yeah)
Bro said don't pull up to the shop if you ain't buyin', n*gga (Yeah)
Wake up and I'm sh*ttin' on 'em without tryin', n*gga (Ugh)
Keep a lot of pretty women, I like fine b*tches (I like fine b*tches)
Hit the jeweler, bought my dog a chain so he can shine with me (Shine with me, n*gga)

[Outro]
Hit the jeweler and I bought... yeah, ayy
Hit the jeweler, bought my dog a chain so he can shine with me
We all gon' shine, on God, n*gga
Skii