When you getting to the top niggas ain't gon be happy for you
They just want some more , they just want some more juice
Wake up in morning got me feeling brand new
And I ain't f*cking with you
Waiting for the day when I can say we made it
Cubans on my neck looking like my shit be Braided
Tommy on my belt and Lois Vuitton up on my laces
I've been in my bag and these niggas in they feelings
Drop the top, I drop the roof , you drop the ceiling
I've been balling on these niggas for no reason
Looking at you imma tell you you ain't seen shit
I be on my own shit, you be on some hoe shit
Keeping to myself cause I ain't playing with your emotions
Tell me that you got me and you left me hopeless
Yeah you's a bitch and you know this
Yeah,
You really thought I would I rap for like the whole time
Trynna make a milli with no co-sign
Let them hang, let me dry on the clothes line
We don't joke with niggas now they know it's show
When you getting to the top niggas ain't gon be happy for you
They just want some more , they just want some more juice
Wake up in morning got me feeling brand new
And I ain't f*cking with you
Waiting for the day when I can say we made it
Cubans on my neck looking like my shit be Braided
Tommy on my belt and Lois Vuitton up on my laces
I've been in my bag and these niggas in they feelings
Drop the top, I drop the roof , you drop the ceiling
I've been balling on these niggas for no reason
Looking at you imma tell you you ain't seen shit
See i whip out the convertible
Sexually vertical
Always signing checks breaking necks am i hurting you
Of course i am all my brodies call me fam
Long lines skinny jeans trucker hat with the vans
Rubber bands to wrap around my dollars
Tea shades fedora suede when your girlfriend holla
Inappropriate, nah thats proper
You call her your girlfriend i call her, why bother
When you getting to the top niggas ain't gon be happy for you
They just want some more, they just want some more juice
Wake up in morning got me feeling brand new
And I ain't f*cking with you
Waiting for the day when I can say we made it
Cubans on my neck looking like my shit be Braided
Tommy on my belt and Lois Vuitton up on my laces
I've been in my bag and these niggas in they feelings
Drop the top, I drop the roof , you drop the ceiling
I've been balling on these niggas for no reason
Looking at you imma tell you you ain't seen shit
I've been focused on my check
We gon flex
We up next
Got no time for the cap
Lotta shit on my back
Running beats
Run it back
Running cash
Count it fast
Running laps and you know we gon put that on the dash
If we talking bout some L's yeah I took a lot
Take me where I'm trynna go, take me to my spot
Red lights, blue lights we don't f*ck with ops
If the light is turning green, we ain't gon stop
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When you getting to the top niggas ain't gon be happy for you
They just want some more , they just want some more juice
Wake up in morning got me feeling brand new
And I ain't f*cking with you
Waiting for the day when I can say we made it
Cubans on my neck looking like my shit be Braided
Tommy on my belt and Lois Vuitton up on my laces
I've been in my bag and these niggas in they feelings
Drop the top, I drop the roof , you drop the ceiling
I've been balling on these niggas for no reason
Looking at you imma tell you you ain't seen shit
I be on my own shit, you be on some hoe shit
Keeping to myself cause I ain't playing with your emotions
Tell me that you got me and you left me hopeless
Yeah you's a bitch and you know this
Yeah,
You really thought I would I rap for like the whole time
Trynna make a milli with no co-sign
Let them hang, let me dry on the clothes line
We don't joke with niggas now they know it's show
When you getting to the top niggas ain't gon be happy for you
They just want some more , they just want some more juice
Wake up in morning got me feeling brand new
And I ain't f*cking with you
Waiting for the day when I can say we made it
Cubans on my neck looking like my shit be Braided
Tommy on my belt and Lois Vuitton up on my laces
I've been in my bag and these niggas in they feelings
Drop the top, I drop the roof , you drop the ceiling
I've been balling on these niggas for no reason
Looking at you imma tell you you ain't seen shit
See i whip out the convertible
Sexually vertical
Always signing checks breaking necks am i hurting you
Of course i am all my brodies call me fam
Long lines skinny jeans trucker hat with the vans
Rubber bands to wrap around my dollars
Tea shades fedora suede when your girlfriend holla
Inappropriate, nah thats proper
You call her your girlfriend i call her, why bother
When you getting to the top niggas ain't gon be happy for you
They just want some more, they just want some more juice
Wake up in morning got me feeling brand new
And I ain't f*cking with you
Waiting for the day when I can say we made it
Cubans on my neck looking like my shit be Braided
Tommy on my belt and Lois Vuitton up on my laces
I've been in my bag and these niggas in they feelings
Drop the top, I drop the roof , you drop the ceiling
I've been balling on these niggas for no reason
Looking at you imma tell you you ain't seen shit
I've been focused on my check
We gon flex
We up next
Got no time for the cap
Lotta shit on my back
Running beats
Run it back
Running cash
Count it fast
Running laps and you know we gon put that on the dash
If we talking bout some L's yeah I took a lot
Take me where I'm trynna go, take me to my spot
Red lights, blue lights we don't f*ck with ops
If the light is turning green, we ain't gon stop
They just want some more , they just want some more juice
Wake up in morning got me feeling brand new
And I ain't f*cking with you
Waiting for the day when I can say we made it
Cubans on my neck looking like my shit be Braided
Tommy on my belt and Lois Vuitton up on my laces
I've been in my bag and these niggas in they feelings
Drop the top, I drop the roof , you drop the ceiling
I've been balling on these niggas for no reason
Looking at you imma tell you you ain't seen shit
I be on my own shit, you be on some hoe shit
Keeping to myself cause I ain't playing with your emotions
Tell me that you got me and you left me hopeless
Yeah you's a bitch and you know this
Yeah,
You really thought I would I rap for like the whole time
Trynna make a milli with no co-sign
Let them hang, let me dry on the clothes line
We don't joke with niggas now they know it's show
When you getting to the top niggas ain't gon be happy for you
They just want some more , they just want some more juice
Wake up in morning got me feeling brand new
And I ain't f*cking with you
Waiting for the day when I can say we made it
Cubans on my neck looking like my shit be Braided
Tommy on my belt and Lois Vuitton up on my laces
I've been in my bag and these niggas in they feelings
Drop the top, I drop the roof , you drop the ceiling
I've been balling on these niggas for no reason
Looking at you imma tell you you ain't seen shit
See i whip out the convertible
Sexually vertical
Always signing checks breaking necks am i hurting you
Of course i am all my brodies call me fam
Long lines skinny jeans trucker hat with the vans
Rubber bands to wrap around my dollars
Tea shades fedora suede when your girlfriend holla
Inappropriate, nah thats proper
You call her your girlfriend i call her, why bother
When you getting to the top niggas ain't gon be happy for you
They just want some more, they just want some more juice
Wake up in morning got me feeling brand new
And I ain't f*cking with you
Waiting for the day when I can say we made it
Cubans on my neck looking like my shit be Braided
Tommy on my belt and Lois Vuitton up on my laces
I've been in my bag and these niggas in they feelings
Drop the top, I drop the roof , you drop the ceiling
I've been balling on these niggas for no reason
Looking at you imma tell you you ain't seen shit
I've been focused on my check
We gon flex
We up next
Got no time for the cap
Lotta shit on my back
Running beats
Run it back
Running cash
Count it fast
Running laps and you know we gon put that on the dash
If we talking bout some L's yeah I took a lot
Take me where I'm trynna go, take me to my spot
Red lights, blue lights we don't f*ck with ops
If the light is turning green, we ain't gon stop
Writer: CHRISTOPHER WAMAE
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC