[Intro]
ProtegeBeatz
Yung Lan on the track
I flex on these n*ggas, I flex on these b*tches
I get to the money, I get to the riches
My cup full of mud 'cause I came out the trenches
Huh, b*tch
[Verse 1]
I flex on these n*ggas, I flex on these b*tches (flex)
Get to the money, I get to the riches (racks)
Cup full of mud 'cause I came out the trenches (drank)
Run with the sack, I’ma run up my digits (what?)
Run with the sack, I’ma run up my digits (yeah)
Don’t care bout the ticket (don’t care)
My n*ggas they 'bout it, my n*ggas we with it (yeah)
We leaving no witness (rrah)
All of my n*ggas they really gang bang (gang)
Most of these n*ggas they sounding the same (what?)
Stay in your place, better stay in your lane (grrah)
f*ck with the squad, then we busting your brain (bah)
Fly private jet cause I don’t do the planes, I don’t do the planes (we don't)
I bust down your b*tch just like I’m Johnny Dang (she basic)
'Cause she was plain (what?)
I flex on a n*gga (flex)
I flex on a b*tch, I walk with a stick (grrah)
Some n*ggas stay loyal (they are)
Some n*ggas switched up, I ain’t even rich (not yet)
Don’t f*ck with the gang (don’t do it)
Don’t f*ck with the gang or I’m sending the blitz (Go get 'em)
I thought that I told you (I thought)
I thought that I told you that we with the sh*ts (grrah)
[Chorus]
Thought that I told you that we with the sh*t (what?)
Thought that I told you that we getting rich (yeah)
Thought that I told you that we busting bricks (huh?)
Too many n*ggas that broke and can’t fix (nah)
Thought that I told you (yeah)
My n*ggas is soldiers, thought that I told you (I thought)
I thought that I told you (what?)
My n*ggas is soldiers, sh*t getting colder (brrr)
Thought that I told you that we hit the licks (what?)
Thought that I told you we been in the mix (grrah)
f*ck with the gang and I’m sending the blitz
Thought that I told you, can’t love on them tricks (b*tch)
Thought that I told you (huh?)
My n*ggas is colder, n*ggas is soldiers (brrr)
Thought that I told you (yeah)
My money is longer, sh*t getting older (racks)
[Verse 2]
I f*ck on your b*tch and I hop on a jet
Don’t tell her bye, I didn’t send her the text (I don't)
Don’t want relations, I just want the sex (smash)
Can’t fall in love, I’m in love with a check (racks)
Bust down a b*tch then I bust down my neck (what?)
Shoot for the gang, what the f*ck you expect? (bah)
Got drip on my shoes, got drip on my clothes
What? why? my diamonds is wet (Domingo)