Still Tryna Get It lyrics

Let this b*tch breathe fo a minute...
Let that b*tch breathe fo a minute...
But what that is?

[Verse 1]
So it’s back to the block to make moves
I gotta get that loot, stack that money like a jew
It’s on to the next, my old girl old news
And my paint job China White I make yo b*tch drool
I bet he don’t got a clue, she send pics to me nude
Turn that kitty into a pool, I’m a fool
sh*t, that slow dough will give yo ass the blues
That OG keep my eyes suu woo
But I’m all about my green, by all means that’s the truth
Since a teen I been that dude, give me room
Daydreaming about a coup on 22’s
But in reality I’m sitting on this stoop
I’ve seen cops beat a n*gga black and blue
I swear they don’t know me from my can of soup
I’m highed up, higher than your penthouse roof
This that Good Sense 2 follow by the kenner loot, n*gga

[Hook]
And I got a lil big money, but I’m still tryin’ get it
Still on my paper mission, still handle my business
I love my sisters, I don’t love no b*tches
Make a b*tch cry a lake, better yet cry a river
That's cold as December, I’m f*cking up my lungs
My dawg f*cking up his liver from this weed and all this liquor
And we still don’t give a, you know
[Verse]
Try to smoke away my problems, but that ain't work
And for a quick dollar they head first
I finally got some leather on my headrest
Flow so sick, it need bed rest
Hustling like I ain’t got no cash left
In this BFA until my last breath
And ain’t sh*t changed but my address
Old school with it, money in my mattress
Label me a n*gga man a Braveheart
True hustler, grinding with no days off
Tryin to get it while I’m still living
Blowing piff in a whip with no ceiling
Try not to make the news, try and shake the penitentiary
And I still say a prayer for my enemy
She stuck around when I was down, that’s a down b*tch
She got good sense, she ain't on no clown sh*t

[Hook]
And I got a lil bit money, but I’m still tryin’ get it
Still on my paper mission, still handle my business
I love my sisters, I don’t love no b*tches
Make a b*tch cry a lake, better yet cry a river
That's cold as December, I’m f*cking up my lungs
My dawg f*cking up his liver from this weed and all this liquor
And we still don’t give a, you know