We once was broke now we having a lot
It's a miracle how far a nigga really got
Sitting chilling smoke weed while I'm on a
Yacht
Thinking bout the kitchen & how we mixed it in the pot
Remember having nothing
Stomach touching
Them times was to bad
Then a nigga grew sav
Hunger for money grew fast
Watching whips pass
Like damn one day I'll get that
Soon I'll be able to get a break
Like a Kit Kat
On the hunt for some big racks
Like a bitch with double Z's
Found a way to get a bag
Now my shirt got double G's
Hunger pains no more
I'm eating Ruth's C's
Like Mickey D's
Rollie on the sleeve
Foreign up my V
I'm a different kind of nigga
Once was broke
Now I'm paid
And you begging me to lend ya
A couple b's
Like when I was hurting with no chips
You wouldn't do the same so the Answer is no bitch
We once was broke now we having a lot
It's a miracle how far a nigga really got
Sitting chilling smoke weed while I'm on a
Yacht
Thinking bout the kitchen & how we mixed it in the pot
In the kitchen whipping
I be feeling like chef Ramsey
Scraping up them extras
On my wrist is grammy
That's on my granny
I'm a be rich before my life end
I wish all of my niggas success before our lights dim
Hopping in that white Benz
AMG on some nice rims
Press the gas & watch it speed off
Fast as lightning
I hate my nigga died
On god he would have been right in
But now Bizz got them wings
Bentley & Brightling
Ain't no moral fighting
They didn't care for our hardships
Gave our ass chains & then hit us with hard whips
Now we bussin down our chains
Pushing them hard whips
They said we worked for the devil
But we felt it was God sent
We once was broke now we having a lot
It's a miracle how far a nigga really got
Sitting chilling smoke weed while I'm on a
Yacht
Thinking bout the kitchen & how we mixed it in the pot
Hollywood FIX - In The Pot Lyrics
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We once was broke now we having a lot
It's a miracle how far a nigga really got
Sitting chilling smoke weed while I'm on a
Yacht
Thinking bout the kitchen & how we mixed it in the pot
Remember having nothing
Stomach touching
Them times was to bad
Then a nigga grew sav
Hunger for money grew fast
Watching whips pass
Like damn one day I'll get that
Soon I'll be able to get a break
Like a Kit Kat
On the hunt for some big racks
Like a bitch with double Z's
Found a way to get a bag
Now my shirt got double G's
Hunger pains no more
I'm eating Ruth's C's
Like Mickey D's
Rollie on the sleeve
Foreign up my V
I'm a different kind of nigga
Once was broke
Now I'm paid
And you begging me to lend ya
A couple b's
Like when I was hurting with no chips
You wouldn't do the same so the Answer is no bitch
We once was broke now we having a lot
It's a miracle how far a nigga really got
Sitting chilling smoke weed while I'm on a
Yacht
Thinking bout the kitchen & how we mixed it in the pot
In the kitchen whipping
I be feeling like chef Ramsey
Scraping up them extras
On my wrist is grammy
That's on my granny
I'm a be rich before my life end
I wish all of my niggas success before our lights dim
Hopping in that white Benz
AMG on some nice rims
Press the gas & watch it speed off
Fast as lightning
I hate my nigga died
On god he would have been right in
But now Bizz got them wings
Bentley & Brightling
Ain't no moral fighting
They didn't care for our hardships
Gave our ass chains & then hit us with hard whips
Now we bussin down our chains
Pushing them hard whips
They said we worked for the devil
But we felt it was God sent
We once was broke now we having a lot
It's a miracle how far a nigga really got
Sitting chilling smoke weed while I'm on a
Yacht
Thinking bout the kitchen & how we mixed it in the pot
It's a miracle how far a nigga really got
Sitting chilling smoke weed while I'm on a
Yacht
Thinking bout the kitchen & how we mixed it in the pot
Remember having nothing
Stomach touching
Them times was to bad
Then a nigga grew sav
Hunger for money grew fast
Watching whips pass
Like damn one day I'll get that
Soon I'll be able to get a break
Like a Kit Kat
On the hunt for some big racks
Like a bitch with double Z's
Found a way to get a bag
Now my shirt got double G's
Hunger pains no more
I'm eating Ruth's C's
Like Mickey D's
Rollie on the sleeve
Foreign up my V
I'm a different kind of nigga
Once was broke
Now I'm paid
And you begging me to lend ya
A couple b's
Like when I was hurting with no chips
You wouldn't do the same so the Answer is no bitch
We once was broke now we having a lot
It's a miracle how far a nigga really got
Sitting chilling smoke weed while I'm on a
Yacht
Thinking bout the kitchen & how we mixed it in the pot
In the kitchen whipping
I be feeling like chef Ramsey
Scraping up them extras
On my wrist is grammy
That's on my granny
I'm a be rich before my life end
I wish all of my niggas success before our lights dim
Hopping in that white Benz
AMG on some nice rims
Press the gas & watch it speed off
Fast as lightning
I hate my nigga died
On god he would have been right in
But now Bizz got them wings
Bentley & Brightling
Ain't no moral fighting
They didn't care for our hardships
Gave our ass chains & then hit us with hard whips
Now we bussin down our chains
Pushing them hard whips
They said we worked for the devil
But we felt it was God sent
We once was broke now we having a lot
It's a miracle how far a nigga really got
Sitting chilling smoke weed while I'm on a
Yacht
Thinking bout the kitchen & how we mixed it in the pot
Writer: Armond Evans
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