Twiy lyrics

[Intro]
You short a couple of mil
I go on the street for you
I make a couple of moves...
...a mil here, a mil there
You got it
Time has come, we gotta expand
The whole operation, distribution
New York, Chicago, L.A
We gotta set our own mark, and enforce it
We gotta think big now
Think big...

[Verse 1]
We some young boss n*ggas that stay up on our job
So now we living like the mob
Like the President, that's me and my squad, n*gga
My n*ggas hustle hard, shine hard, cause I grind hard
Getting paid, living life like superstars, got it made
I ain't lying man, I swear to God
We on our J's all night and day, no sleep
Been four days, n*ggas always wonder how I'm winning
Because I hustle every day, and don't do no spending
All my Ace of Spade days way in the past
I only celebrate birthdays and f*ck off the cash
Kept spending but a hustler had to invest
f*ck f*cking off the cash, tryin' to stay fresh
Thinking back on them days, all the money I made
Could have bought another crib with all that money I paid
Everyday I'm on my grind trying to get to it
And if you use your mind, I bet you can do it
n*ggas love to act blind and try to play stupid
Just leave their lazy ass behind and go keep it moving, ha
Ten cars back to back, you can tell we living large
We living like the mob
Police on my di*k, 'cause I got a hundred cars
We some hood superstars, all my n*ggas instant millionaires
Moving keys, been real for a long time
We OG's, in the hood you can ask about me
They know me, I been balling before you big timers had O.z's
Can't be silent, words match my actions
If I say I'mma do it then I make it happen
When I hit that Boulevard girls get attracted (they watching)
'cause they see some black kings that's out here to have them
We some young boss n*ggas that stay up on our job
So now we living like the mob, pullin' up
Like the President, that's me and my squad
My n*ggas hustle hard, hard
[Outro]
I never f*cked anybody over in my life
Didn't have any comin' to em, you got that?
All I have in this world is my balls and my word
And I don't break 'em for nobody
Do you understand that?
Me I want what's coming to me
What's coming to me?
The world chico, and everything in it