Ay, It cost to live like this, she said she love
My lingo But I don't love no hoe like I'm D-Lo
All I did is rap and pop shit what they hate me for
Yeah, I like countin' money, yeah, that's what I be on
That Glock gettin' gone, drip on my bones Whoever thought I'd blow off a song
I'm thuggin' with my nigga, I don't care if he right or wrong
Get these hate niggas right off my back, no V-Lone
And my fit cost a ticket, bad bitch look delicious
Sometimes I gotta remind myself I'm a nigga Glock pop, man down, pop him like a jigga
Get cash, they mad, got him in they feelings Thuggin' by my lonely, man, my heart need
Some healin' I want money, man these niggas want attention
You wasn't raised in the trenches, you don't get it
Yeah, I feel like A.M.B., I tell a bitch to blow the pickle
Get in that mode, man, I'm doin' what I'm supposed to do
Every time I got it on, it's a photo shoot Damn bad thats your loss, nobody notice you
But when you hot, everybody try to f*ck with you
Man, I feel like Paul Walker when I drive the coupe
If a bitch ain't for the Jaay, she gon' get the boot
Why you turn your back on me when I needed you
Man, you gotta have a bag for me to speak to you
All I know is f*ckin' win, cause I hate to lose
I ain't talkin' old school, but I play with blues
Every time I get money, put me in that mood
Big chop hit his head and make a nigga move
It's out the mud, look how far I came though
Why hang with niggas that wasn't with me in the rain though
Big bag , bop, bop, yeah, that's what I came for
Ay, you better choose a side, you can't play both
I dodge a bitch quick like a Durango
Oh, she think she me with my chain on
Blew up off rap, that's what they hate on
Bad lil' vibe want me to dive in it, Trey Songz
It's the Asechild, I'm tryna put the Ase on
Get the bag , do the dash, I don't stay long
Free the gang, that be callin' on them jail phones
Every time they see me, they like, damn, man, he got it on
Platinum off one song, I'm the one, no clone
Diamonds on, road bounce, it get they roll on
Bad vibe gave me FaceTime, no iPhone
Damn, I feel good every time I put my ice on, on gang
Ay, It cost to live like this, you hear me
Ambjaay - Heartfelt Lyrics
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Ay, It cost to live like this, she said she love
My lingo But I don't love no hoe like I'm D-Lo
All I did is rap and pop shit what they hate me for
Yeah, I like countin' money, yeah, that's what I be on
That Glock gettin' gone, drip on my bones Whoever thought I'd blow off a song
I'm thuggin' with my nigga, I don't care if he right or wrong
Get these hate niggas right off my back, no V-Lone
And my fit cost a ticket, bad bitch look delicious
Sometimes I gotta remind myself I'm a nigga Glock pop, man down, pop him like a jigga
Get cash, they mad, got him in they feelings Thuggin' by my lonely, man, my heart need
Some healin' I want money, man these niggas want attention
You wasn't raised in the trenches, you don't get it
Yeah, I feel like A.M.B., I tell a bitch to blow the pickle
Get in that mode, man, I'm doin' what I'm supposed to do
Every time I got it on, it's a photo shoot Damn bad thats your loss, nobody notice you
But when you hot, everybody try to f*ck with you
Man, I feel like Paul Walker when I drive the coupe
If a bitch ain't for the Jaay, she gon' get the boot
Why you turn your back on me when I needed you
Man, you gotta have a bag for me to speak to you
All I know is f*ckin' win, cause I hate to lose
I ain't talkin' old school, but I play with blues
Every time I get money, put me in that mood
Big chop hit his head and make a nigga move
It's out the mud, look how far I came though
Why hang with niggas that wasn't with me in the rain though
Big bag , bop, bop, yeah, that's what I came for
Ay, you better choose a side, you can't play both
I dodge a bitch quick like a Durango
Oh, she think she me with my chain on
Blew up off rap, that's what they hate on
Bad lil' vibe want me to dive in it, Trey Songz
It's the Asechild, I'm tryna put the Ase on
Get the bag , do the dash, I don't stay long
Free the gang, that be callin' on them jail phones
Every time they see me, they like, damn, man, he got it on
Platinum off one song, I'm the one, no clone
Diamonds on, road bounce, it get they roll on
Bad vibe gave me FaceTime, no iPhone
Damn, I feel good every time I put my ice on, on gang
Ay, It cost to live like this, you hear me
My lingo But I don't love no hoe like I'm D-Lo
All I did is rap and pop shit what they hate me for
Yeah, I like countin' money, yeah, that's what I be on
That Glock gettin' gone, drip on my bones Whoever thought I'd blow off a song
I'm thuggin' with my nigga, I don't care if he right or wrong
Get these hate niggas right off my back, no V-Lone
And my fit cost a ticket, bad bitch look delicious
Sometimes I gotta remind myself I'm a nigga Glock pop, man down, pop him like a jigga
Get cash, they mad, got him in they feelings Thuggin' by my lonely, man, my heart need
Some healin' I want money, man these niggas want attention
You wasn't raised in the trenches, you don't get it
Yeah, I feel like A.M.B., I tell a bitch to blow the pickle
Get in that mode, man, I'm doin' what I'm supposed to do
Every time I got it on, it's a photo shoot Damn bad thats your loss, nobody notice you
But when you hot, everybody try to f*ck with you
Man, I feel like Paul Walker when I drive the coupe
If a bitch ain't for the Jaay, she gon' get the boot
Why you turn your back on me when I needed you
Man, you gotta have a bag for me to speak to you
All I know is f*ckin' win, cause I hate to lose
I ain't talkin' old school, but I play with blues
Every time I get money, put me in that mood
Big chop hit his head and make a nigga move
It's out the mud, look how far I came though
Why hang with niggas that wasn't with me in the rain though
Big bag , bop, bop, yeah, that's what I came for
Ay, you better choose a side, you can't play both
I dodge a bitch quick like a Durango
Oh, she think she me with my chain on
Blew up off rap, that's what they hate on
Bad lil' vibe want me to dive in it, Trey Songz
It's the Asechild, I'm tryna put the Ase on
Get the bag , do the dash, I don't stay long
Free the gang, that be callin' on them jail phones
Every time they see me, they like, damn, man, he got it on
Platinum off one song, I'm the one, no clone
Diamonds on, road bounce, it get they roll on
Bad vibe gave me FaceTime, no iPhone
Damn, I feel good every time I put my ice on, on gang
Ay, It cost to live like this, you hear me
Writer: Jayvon May
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