Transit lyrics

This beat is f*cking crazy
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[Hook]
All these b*tches, they love it
All these n*ggas, they hate it
They be sick to their stomach, look at the look on their faces
Me and my n*ggas just ballin’, we make something from nothing
We just f*ckin’ the money, she screamin’ baby, I’m c*min’

All these n*ggas, they love it
All these b*tches, they hate it
They be sick to their stomach, look at the look on their faces
Me and my b*tches just ballin’, we make something from nothing
I ride this hustle for good, the money never stop comin’

[Chevy Woods]
That new piece hella sick, you probly talk when you pinch
Only had time for that combo for n*ggas scorin’ them bricks
No, I ain’t lyin’ at all, ask your friends cuz they know it
My n*ggas empty them clips, then fill ‘em up, that’s reloadin’
Got a thing for that money, fast cars and that dough
I was actin’ a fool, now sellin’ 20’s of soap
Like anything for a dollar but I was foolin’ myself
You gotta fight for your hustle, what would you do for the belt?
Even them b*tches would shoot, blow a kiss from that pistol
Couple of hot magazines so you can come get your issue
All of them Taylor’s will show and all you heard was a whistle
It's really stripes over here, cuz all my n*ggas official