Bitch I gotta make it
'Fore I lose myself or lose my patience
Bitch I gotta make it
Cause these f*ckboys hating and these bitches play me
Bitch I gotta make it
So dollar bills don't run the nations
Bitch I gotta make it
For the ones struggling on the daily
Bitch I gotta make it
Nights hardly sleeping, gotta pay off
F*ck a 9 to 5, still no days off
Hit the blunt until I daze off
In a zone, got too many issues
All alone, got no time for tissues
Raising ninjas like Master Splinter
Don't need an army like I'm G.I. Joe
One on one, defeat any foe
2 on 1, that pistol blow
I used to love her, but she still a hoe
Where my Nia Long? Ex gotta go
I'm in a glass house, throwing stones
It's a stash house and I'm getting dome
Other words, I'm all exposed
And if you don't like it, f*ck you hoe!
Do whatever for a thrill
You do whatever for a bill
Sucking dick all in the hills
Always claiming that you real
Cook a verse up, then I chill
Boy de verse, I got skills
Bitch I'm bout it, bout it
Gotta run it, run it, run it
Just like Will
Bitch I gotta make it
Everybody faking when you on the pavement
Bitch I gotta make it
See my niggas winning, get up out the basement
Bitch I gotta make it
I be tryna focus, tryna get a grammy
Bitch I gotta make
Finna make the money, gotta feed the family
Smoking fatties
Keep it lowkey, no Krabby Patty
Formula
Bitches love me, but I like em sassy
Wassup bruh?
Niggas hating cause I keep it classy
Anyone
Got a problem with me, put you in a baggie
For my granny, gotta make her happy
House up in the valley
Right before my class, smoking through the alley
Get up off my ass, bitch I want a caddy
Curly headed, yeah it's never nappy
Never needed no f*cking nanny
F*cking with me, got the toolie on me
Got me feeling like Handy Manny
Cartoon shows when I spit these flows
If you get it, then you got it by the time I spoke
She said "woah" when I'm down her throat
Lil shawty bust it open like a shaken up coke
Do the dash, you could call me Dash
Ima beat a nigga like that boy Syndrome
Wrist on froze, like Frozone
Niggas hating on me cause I'm taking all they hoes
Bitch I gotta make it
'Fore I lose myself or lose my patience
Bitch I gotta make it
Cause these f*ckboys hating and these bitches play me
Bitch I gotta make it
So dollar bills don't run the nations
Bitch I gotta make it
For the ones struggling on the daily
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Bitch I gotta make it
'Fore I lose myself or lose my patience
Bitch I gotta make it
Cause these f*ckboys hating and these bitches play me
Bitch I gotta make it
So dollar bills don't run the nations
Bitch I gotta make it
For the ones struggling on the daily
Bitch I gotta make it
Nights hardly sleeping, gotta pay off
F*ck a 9 to 5, still no days off
Hit the blunt until I daze off
In a zone, got too many issues
All alone, got no time for tissues
Raising ninjas like Master Splinter
Don't need an army like I'm G.I. Joe
One on one, defeat any foe
2 on 1, that pistol blow
I used to love her, but she still a hoe
Where my Nia Long? Ex gotta go
I'm in a glass house, throwing stones
It's a stash house and I'm getting dome
Other words, I'm all exposed
And if you don't like it, f*ck you hoe!
Do whatever for a thrill
You do whatever for a bill
Sucking dick all in the hills
Always claiming that you real
Cook a verse up, then I chill
Boy de verse, I got skills
Bitch I'm bout it, bout it
Gotta run it, run it, run it
Just like Will
Bitch I gotta make it
Everybody faking when you on the pavement
Bitch I gotta make it
See my niggas winning, get up out the basement
Bitch I gotta make it
I be tryna focus, tryna get a grammy
Bitch I gotta make
Finna make the money, gotta feed the family
Smoking fatties
Keep it lowkey, no Krabby Patty
Formula
Bitches love me, but I like em sassy
Wassup bruh?
Niggas hating cause I keep it classy
Anyone
Got a problem with me, put you in a baggie
For my granny, gotta make her happy
House up in the valley
Right before my class, smoking through the alley
Get up off my ass, bitch I want a caddy
Curly headed, yeah it's never nappy
Never needed no f*cking nanny
F*cking with me, got the toolie on me
Got me feeling like Handy Manny
Cartoon shows when I spit these flows
If you get it, then you got it by the time I spoke
She said "woah" when I'm down her throat
Lil shawty bust it open like a shaken up coke
Do the dash, you could call me Dash
Ima beat a nigga like that boy Syndrome
Wrist on froze, like Frozone
Niggas hating on me cause I'm taking all they hoes
Bitch I gotta make it
'Fore I lose myself or lose my patience
Bitch I gotta make it
Cause these f*ckboys hating and these bitches play me
Bitch I gotta make it
So dollar bills don't run the nations
Bitch I gotta make it
For the ones struggling on the daily
'Fore I lose myself or lose my patience
Bitch I gotta make it
Cause these f*ckboys hating and these bitches play me
Bitch I gotta make it
So dollar bills don't run the nations
Bitch I gotta make it
For the ones struggling on the daily
Bitch I gotta make it
Nights hardly sleeping, gotta pay off
F*ck a 9 to 5, still no days off
Hit the blunt until I daze off
In a zone, got too many issues
All alone, got no time for tissues
Raising ninjas like Master Splinter
Don't need an army like I'm G.I. Joe
One on one, defeat any foe
2 on 1, that pistol blow
I used to love her, but she still a hoe
Where my Nia Long? Ex gotta go
I'm in a glass house, throwing stones
It's a stash house and I'm getting dome
Other words, I'm all exposed
And if you don't like it, f*ck you hoe!
Do whatever for a thrill
You do whatever for a bill
Sucking dick all in the hills
Always claiming that you real
Cook a verse up, then I chill
Boy de verse, I got skills
Bitch I'm bout it, bout it
Gotta run it, run it, run it
Just like Will
Bitch I gotta make it
Everybody faking when you on the pavement
Bitch I gotta make it
See my niggas winning, get up out the basement
Bitch I gotta make it
I be tryna focus, tryna get a grammy
Bitch I gotta make
Finna make the money, gotta feed the family
Smoking fatties
Keep it lowkey, no Krabby Patty
Formula
Bitches love me, but I like em sassy
Wassup bruh?
Niggas hating cause I keep it classy
Anyone
Got a problem with me, put you in a baggie
For my granny, gotta make her happy
House up in the valley
Right before my class, smoking through the alley
Get up off my ass, bitch I want a caddy
Curly headed, yeah it's never nappy
Never needed no f*cking nanny
F*cking with me, got the toolie on me
Got me feeling like Handy Manny
Cartoon shows when I spit these flows
If you get it, then you got it by the time I spoke
She said "woah" when I'm down her throat
Lil shawty bust it open like a shaken up coke
Do the dash, you could call me Dash
Ima beat a nigga like that boy Syndrome
Wrist on froze, like Frozone
Niggas hating on me cause I'm taking all they hoes
Bitch I gotta make it
'Fore I lose myself or lose my patience
Bitch I gotta make it
Cause these f*ckboys hating and these bitches play me
Bitch I gotta make it
So dollar bills don't run the nations
Bitch I gotta make it
For the ones struggling on the daily
Writer: Lazaro Carta, Werman Escalona
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid