
[Verse 1: Starlito]
Naturally, we was hungry widout nuttin'
Get tha racks, big strap, you know how i'm comin'
Now i'm gettin' real money and I kinda love it
Ain't nothin' changed still got tha chop behind tha oven
I ain't really got time to wine and dine a woman
First date might tell her meet me in the back seat
House on da hill, without no deal
All cuz I keep it real, yea dats me
Even jill wanna jack me
I turn ya rap beef to a track meet
No hesitation [?] please
Premeditated, ain't nothin' but a stack to me
Flat fee, these n*ggas murda like its misdemeanor
[?] get to squeezin' I ain't missin' either
Free Red Dot I miss my people
Got somethin' I can't name for obvious reasons
If i told you you wouldn't prolly believe it
See I really be hollin at migos
I been got me a check but now that sh*t legal
[?]
Nah I ain't neva had a nine to five
Been shot at six or eight times
Through all of da crap, I survived
I been tested, never testified
Yea eats off da streets but can you specify
I been workin' on this [?]
An I been f*ckin' on yo b*tch, thats my alliby
[Verse 2: Don Trip]
Ready for a war, no battle cry
If they try one of mine, den i gotta ride
My astrology sign is a dolla' sign
If my money hurt cho feelins I apologize
n*gga please
I was countin' money 'fore I learned how to read
I'm one of a kind, i'm nuttin' like you
You nuttin like me, i'm a whole nuda creed
I'm with the sh*t, plus i'm the sh*t
You won't see me sweat b*tch I got on degree
Get to da money cu nothin' is free
Gotta kit turn my nine to a carbon fifteen
We, walkin' round strapped like the laws done changed
I got a clip long enough to be a walkin' cane
Dog ass n*gga gone off the chain
Can't trust a soul, thats tha cost of fame
Lil rap n*gga hard sold separately
I make this sh*t look effortless
Tool on deck you get hit from long range
Like I got dat motha f*cka on a selfie stick
Feelin' like da prince of Bel-Air, Fresh
Fresha than a mutha f*ckin Air Wick
Still gettin' dome like a hair pick
So mutha f*ckin fly i'm arrogant
I was born, I been money hungry ever since
Yea, what cha know bout it
I got a chick ridin wit me she so humble
But when she open her mouth she so c*cky
Naw, I on't think you get it
I tell ya my lil brotha slangin' tha Iggy Izalia
My lady be trippin cuz i'm neva home
Bring her more stones dan Betty and Wilma
My past is one thing I could neva get rid of
You know what I see when I stare in my mirra
Narcotics deala, a weapon conceala
Financial provider for my la familia
Godspeed
Naturally, we was hungry widout nuttin'
Get tha racks, big strap, you know how i'm comin'
Now i'm gettin' real money and I kinda love it
Ain't nothin' changed still got tha chop behind tha oven
I ain't really got time to wine and dine a woman
First date might tell her meet me in the back seat
House on da hill, without no deal
All cuz I keep it real, yea dats me
Even jill wanna jack me
I turn ya rap beef to a track meet
No hesitation [?] please
Premeditated, ain't nothin' but a stack to me
Flat fee, these n*ggas murda like its misdemeanor
[?] get to squeezin' I ain't missin' either
Free Red Dot I miss my people
Got somethin' I can't name for obvious reasons
If i told you you wouldn't prolly believe it
See I really be hollin at migos
I been got me a check but now that sh*t legal
[?]
Nah I ain't neva had a nine to five
Been shot at six or eight times
Through all of da crap, I survived
I been tested, never testified
Yea eats off da streets but can you specify
I been workin' on this [?]
An I been f*ckin' on yo b*tch, thats my alliby
[Verse 2: Don Trip]
Ready for a war, no battle cry
If they try one of mine, den i gotta ride
My astrology sign is a dolla' sign
If my money hurt cho feelins I apologize
n*gga please
I was countin' money 'fore I learned how to read
I'm one of a kind, i'm nuttin' like you
You nuttin like me, i'm a whole nuda creed
I'm with the sh*t, plus i'm the sh*t
You won't see me sweat b*tch I got on degree
Get to da money cu nothin' is free
Gotta kit turn my nine to a carbon fifteen
We, walkin' round strapped like the laws done changed
I got a clip long enough to be a walkin' cane
Dog ass n*gga gone off the chain
Can't trust a soul, thats tha cost of fame
Lil rap n*gga hard sold separately
I make this sh*t look effortless
Tool on deck you get hit from long range
Like I got dat motha f*cka on a selfie stick
Feelin' like da prince of Bel-Air, Fresh
Fresha than a mutha f*ckin Air Wick
Still gettin' dome like a hair pick
So mutha f*ckin fly i'm arrogant
I was born, I been money hungry ever since
Yea, what cha know bout it
I got a chick ridin wit me she so humble
But when she open her mouth she so c*cky
Naw, I on't think you get it
I tell ya my lil brotha slangin' tha Iggy Izalia
My lady be trippin cuz i'm neva home
Bring her more stones dan Betty and Wilma
My past is one thing I could neva get rid of
You know what I see when I stare in my mirra
Narcotics deala, a weapon conceala
Financial provider for my la familia
Godspeed
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