Intro
Yuh
Uh
Chilla
Hook x2
I am a dealer im serving the bag
Serving a beat like a bag
For all of the days I was feeling upset
I'm finna laugh to the bank
I'm finna get me the gold
I'm finna cop me a pent
I'm finna make me a way
I'm finna cop that whip
I'm finna cop ma a crib
I'm finna I'm finna I'm finna
Verse 1 :Prow ChiLLa
It all started in the 8th grade
Fell in love with the calling
It was money that was calling
I had a dream I was ballin'
I won't have to say it twice
If I said it bitch I'm on it
Back then man I wasn't shit
Look at me now bitch I'm all this
Hol' on my drip like a fossil
I flow like an ocean I make em replay it
All of that money that's coming I know I deserve it
I ain't even stressing I know imma make it
I'm never sleeping I'm up till the morning
I know that you feel it my shit is amazing I'm makin' a Killin
If it's bidness then it's bidness ain't got no time for no ties
Niggas don't like me I like that
Niggas pathetic can't fight that
Who got the cheese imma bite that
Bitch suck on my dick bet you like that
Bloody red eyes nigga suuwhuu
Try and come up on me nigga who you
Might just pull up on you nigga shoot shoot
No hesitation I got loose screws
Had to let go of the old shit
Shit I'm amazing like "Oh shit"
Out here grinding for the whole Thang
I might just fuck up your whole plan
Had to do it for the gang
Had to do it for the fam
Had to do it for the gang
Had to do it for the fam
Hook x2
I am a dealer im serving the bag
Serving a beat like a bag
For all of the days I was feeling upset
I'm finna laugh to the bank
I'm finna get me the gold
I'm finna cop me a pent
I'm finna make me a way
I'm finna cop that whip
I'm finna cop ma a crib
I'm finna I'm finna I'm finna
Verse 2: Dru Tanka
Im finna, hit the bank 'till the bank froze
Hide my face 'till they came close
Hide my target till I came across
Time of hell, till I can't crotch
Bark hard, shit I came across
I was high till that shit crashed
Paint a picture, im a God in it
THL Shit is corperate
Only time you see a hollogram, that shit's for the graph and its for my craft
Only time you see a short black nigga getting money like it ain't none
Only time you see a throwing cheese in the air with my nigga Prow Chilla
Plenty bitches are stuckin on a nigga, all I know is Shit's bulletproof
I'm finna cop me a whip, im finna cop me a crip, peanutbutter
Im finna sell out my crib and blow that shit on a pinky Yahh Yahh
Im gonna win, imma better, make me king of the field
Im gonna win, imma better, make me king of the field, Yahhh
Hook x2
I am a dealer im serving the bag
Serving a beat like a bag
For all of the days I was feeling upset
I'm finna laugh to the bank
I'm finna get me the gold
I'm finna cop me a pent
I'm finna make me a way
I'm finna cop that whip
I'm finna cop ma a crib
I'm finna I'm finna I'm finna
Verse 3: Poe Trait
There's a lot on my mind
Sometimes I feel I am not on my grind
Everything's blocked, popping a whole lotta medicine now
I dont give a fuck if im dead or alive
I want it dead or alive, I want the cake
I want the plate and the crumbs
I want the fake niggas starring at my jewellery that it damage all of they eyes
Im overthinking, baby overthinking, baby I got a lot on my mind
I know im tripping, girl I know im tripping, but I can't give you all of my time
Im steady thinking, girl im very busy plotting pieces on how to survive
So when my phone is ringing, and I ain't picking
Let em know that im stuck on my grind
Hook
I am a dealer I'm serving the bag
Let em know that I'm stuck on my grind
For all of all the days I was feeling upset
Im finna get me the gold
I'm finna make me a way
I'm finna cop me that whip
I'm finna I'm finna I'm finna
I am a dealer im serving the bag
Serving a beat like a bag
For all of the days I was feeling upset
I'm finna laugh to the bank
I'm finna get me the gold
I'm finna cop me a pent
I'm finna make me a way
I'm finna cop that whip
I'm finna cop ma a crib
I'm finna I'm finna I'm finna
Outro
Aaaah!
Yeah!!!!
End
