(Fuck What They Say) I Done Made It Out The Storm
(Shit, You Know I Did) Check My Bank, I Made New Commas
(I Can’t) I Can’t Take No Break, I’m Way Too?Young
I?Wan’?Count Up Every?Day I’m Out
Try?To Take Anything To Keep My Sane, I’ve Been Hustlin’, I Been Grindin’ Hard, On My Mama
Side Ho Actin’ Lame, With My Main I Been Fussin’, I Got Too Much Money For These Problems
I Wan’ Take These Drugs With My Friends, Huh, Oh
I Got All These Hoes, All These Clothes In My Crib, Yeah
I Fucked On Them Both, Yes, I Did, Yeah
You Can’t Trust These Hoes, I Won’t Hold You, That’s What It Is, Yeah
Huh, I’m Too Real
Draco In My Pea Coat, I Need Some Right H?re, Pussy Nigga Get Killed, Oh
Playin’ ’round With Th?se Millions, Lil’ Bro (Lil’, Lil’ Bro)
(Fuck What They Say) I Done Made It Out The Storm
(Shit, You Know I Did) Check My Bank, I Made New Commas
(I Can’t) I Can’t Take No Break, I’m Way Too Young
I Wan’ Count Up Every Day I’m Out
Pull Up To This Party, Not For Fun
Make Sure I Stack My Money Tall
Know That I Look Nice Enough For Someone
Fresher, I Might Leave Here With Lil’ Shawty
Ayy, All This Drama, Baby, I’m Too Rich For That
Ayy, All These Commas Like I’m An Aristocrat
Ayy, In Bahamas, Posted With My Bitch With That
Say That He Want Problems, It’s No Problem, We Got Shit For That
Windows Tinted, Whip Is All Black
And My Credit Card Lookin’ All Platinum
And Your Bitch Told Me She Want All Action
Hit It Once With A Gold Magnum
I Don’t Really Care ’bout What The Blogs Say
‘Cause My Mama Good And My Dogs Straight
You Know If You Could, You’d Be On The Same
I’m In Hollywood, Gettin’ All Faded
I Swear, I Can’t Take Breaks, I’m Too Young
Strip Club, Throwin’ Up Dubs
You Can’t Tell Me Nothin’
Two Hundred In My Cup
I Was Paid To Be In This Club
No, I Don’t Do Shit For Fun
(Fuck What They Say) I Done Made It Out The Storm
(Shit, You Know I Did) Check My Bank, I Made New Commas
(I Can’t) I Can’t Take No Break, I’m Way Too Young
I Wan’ Count Up Every Day I’m Out
Pull Up To This Party, Not For Fun
Makin’ Sure I Stack My Money Tall
Know That I Look Nice Enough For Someone
Fresher, I Might Leave Here With Lil’ Shawty
Hey, It’s Gotten Cold, I Walk That Ice With Stompers On
Tommy Fold, Give ’em Somethin’ They Can Copy Off
Talk Is Talk, I’m Super Sweet, But Chopper Long
That Chain You Gave Her On, She Told Me, “Fuck The Diamonds Off”
I Did, I’m Poppin’ Off And I Can’t Never Clock Off
Hey, I Can’t Have My Baby Rocker Rockin’ Knockoffs
Hey, My Buddies Gonna Slide And Maybe Spin That Block Off
Hey, Fishtail Off That Lot And Chop-chop-chop That Top Off
I Can’t Do This Alone
She A Pain On The Tone
If You Say You Will Follow Me Down
I Would Happily Drown
(Fuck What They Say) I Done Made It Out The Storm
(Shit, You Know I Did) Check My Bank, I Made New Commas
(I Can’t) I Can’t Take No Break, I’m Way Too Young
I Wan’ Count Up Every Day I’m Out
Pull Up To This Party, Not For Fun
Makin’ Sure I Stack My Money Tall
Know That I Look Nice Enough For Someone
Fresher, I Might Leave Here With Lil’ Shawty
