[Intro]
Yeah
Rollin' (Damn, Synthetic, you plugged in)
(Kill that beat, Cam)
(Ask Trap, you killin' them), uh
[Chorus]
I need the bag, cash, repeat
Talk about money, ain't comin' for free
I lost some people, it's hurtin' me deep
How could this ever come happen to me?
I keep the piece, they callin' me Reese
Free all my niggas, can they get released?
Can't catch a case, but I'm in my brief
He'd rather hate, but that ain't the G code
Tryna get paid, saw my name, didn't book me
If she in my face, she tooken
I'll beat it down 'cause I ain't no rookie
Don't know what else I should say at all
Chasin' them racks for sure
Watch how the pack get gone
I ain't never tax my bros
[Verse 1]
Pain, rain, and doubt
Through all the pain, I made it out
None of the fame could change me now
Couldn't take my chain, I can't allow
R.I.P. Pops, I know you proud
Thinkin' 'bout you be havin' me down
I ain't been the same since I had a child
If it wasn't for her, then I'd be wildin'
Uh, yeah, I cannot cuff, but I love you and me
It's somethin' 'bout us, 'cause I don't love usually
I come from the streets, don't know what I'm on
Feel a lil' geeked, been smokin' on strong
My niggas ain't with me, I'm holdin' my own
I play a bitch just like Madden
This ain't no effort, you think that I'm braggin'
I'm only trustin' your actions
You say you connected, you look like you lackin'
I fell in love with the bag
But I still like you, don't do me like that
I get it gone in a flash
If she fuck with me wrong, she get thrown in the trash
[Chorus]
I need the bag, cash, repeat
Talk about money, ain't comin' for free
I lost some people, it's hurtin' me deep
How could this ever come happen to me?
I keep the piece, they callin' me Reese
Free all my niggas, can they get released?
Can't catch a case, but I'm in my brief
He'd rather hate, but that ain't the G code
Tryna get paid, saw my name, didn't book me
If she in my face, she tooken
I'll beat it down 'cause I ain't no rookie
Don't know what else I should say at all
Chasin' them racks for sure
Watch how the pack get gone
I ain't never tax my bros
[Verse 2]
Havin' these hoes
They will make you go broke, that wouldn't happen to me
I get booked for a show
I get out of my mode for my niggas deceased
Dropped out of school 'cause it wasn't for me
Had to make a move, tryna stuff my jeans
Different hoes, but the same routine
All you hoes got the same lil' dream
But I cannot cuff, but I love you and me
It's somethin' 'bout us, 'cause I don't love usually
I came from the streets, don't know what I'm on
Feel a lil' geeked, been smokin' on strong
My niggas ain't with me, I'm holdin' my own
I promise that I would've made you mine
I know that that shit wouldn't save me
Got a shawty that think she can change my life
She's talkin' 'bout havin' my baby
Hope that she there when I make it
Gotta pray, tryna watch out for satan
All this shit I remember, erase it
I'm in love with the money, I'm taken, that's my lil' baby
[Chorus]
I need the bag, cash, repeat
Talk about money, ain't comin' for free
I lost some people, it's hurtin' me deep
How could this ever come happen to me?
I keep the piece, they callin' me Reese
Free all my niggas, can they get released?
Can't catch a case, but I'm in my brief
He'd rather hate, but that ain't the G code
Tryna get paid, saw my name, didn't book me
If she in my face, she tooken
I'll beat it down 'cause I ain't no rookie
Don't know what else I should say at all
Chasin' them racks for sure
Watch how the pack get gone
I ain't never tax my bros
