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Yeah we gon call this stadium music, ya nahmean
I think thatâs how,
Atlanta appropriate
30 you a fool for this one
Money donât make you real no
Money donât make a nigga real
I was real as fuck when I ainât have shit (yeah yeah)
I ainât took a loss since my nigga
Vick was quarterbackinâ for the Falcons (yeah yeah)
When I needed me a spot to hide it
I would stash the shit in the mattress (woo oooh)
And I ainât start until I jumped off the porch felt like I was fast yeah
I lost my freedom and grandma the same year (the same year)
I got back out, made a million the same year (same year)
My record like that gun boy that pistol clean (fa-fa-fa)
Canât mix feelings wit yo business ainât no in between
Ainât no in between when we fuckinâ baby
(Ain't no in between)
I hit dance moves in that pussy like Iâm Usher Raymond
(Like I'm Usher baby)
Bitch grab on my chain, scream Rich Homie Baby
(Rich homie baby)
Talk is cheap so we have million dollar conversations
Police tried to judge me cause I swerve
I done relapsed on the drink
Got a nigga slurrinâ âbout his words
They canât understand anything I say
Got some niggas waitinâ on the work
Waitin for me to put them thangs in motion
Concentration stuck on the money
Tunnel vision gotta stay focused
When I was locked in jail I had a motive
Get the money never go broke
Gotta start livinâ by that quote
Since then I done made the most
Since then I done had to prove it
Hater wrong they said I couldnât do it
Give it all gas and I damn near bust the motor (that right too)
Money donât make you real no
Money donât make a nigga real
I was real as fuck when I ainât have shit (yeah yeah)
I ainât took a loss since my nigga
Vick was quarterbackinâ for the Falcons (yeah yeah)
When I needed me a spot to hide it
I would stash the shit in the mattress (woo oooh)
And I ainât start until I jumped off the porch felt like I was fast yeah
I lost my freedom and grandma the same year (the same year)
I got back out, made a million the same year (same year)
My record like that gun boy that pistol clean (fa-fa-fa)
Canât mix feelings wit yo business ainât no in between
Business man business man, paper,
I wasnât never late goinâ to work
Simon says give that boy the work
Neighborhood always played the curb
Broke as hell only fifteen, gotta make it work by the first
Hit the mall friday letâs ball,
Bitch you know it ainât nun for me to splurge
I bought the shit when all on serve
Stayed down I had to wait my turn
I lost a couple shipment through the mail,
after that a lesson what I learned
Nothing giving everything earned
My patna switched on me, yeah he turned
Big money talk and now Iâm cool
you couldnât walk a mile in my shoes
Money donât make you real no
Money donât make a nigga real
I was real as fuck when I ainât have shit (yeah yeah)
I ainât took a loss since my nigga
Vick was quarterbackinâ for the Falcons (yeah yeah)
When I needed me a spot to hide it
I would stash the shit in the mattress (woo oooh)
And I ainât start until I jumped off the porch felt like I was fast yeah
I lost my freedom and grandma the same year (the same year)
I got back out, made a million the same year (same year)
My record like that gun boy that pistol clean (fa-fa-fa)
Canât mix feelings wit yo business ainât no in between
- Album:
- On Fleek
- On The Come Up 4
- Non-Album Releases
- Flex (Ooh, Ooh, Ooh) [Single]
- Summer Sampler
- The Leaks
- The Most (Single)
- I Promise I Will Never Stop Going In
- Still Goin In - Reloaded
- I Will Never Stop Going In (Mixtape)
- Yung Lan Presents: The Arrival
- If You Ever Think I Will Stop Going in Ask Rr
- Abta
- Grateful
- Feelings
- DTSpacely Made This
- I Get It
- Dt Spacely Made This
- Gorgeous
- Chardonnay