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Factz Video (MV)




Performed By: Mhad
Language: English
Length: 2:10
Written by: Ahmad Willis




Mhad - Factz Lyrics




She go to texting, she hate me as soon as I leave, end up with bad luck, she don't mean it
Been going back and forth with my accountant, the way that I'm spending shit, she can't believe it
Way better view from the top of the mountain, but I still look, come down and get active, believe me
Lie to a bitch, like my heart on my sleeve, but she ain't realize that I've been out of sleeveless

Can't nothing faze me, they only have on occasions, we having this shit on a daily
I'm telling Turbo, let niggas try it, I'm booking a flight with the R, I ain't playing
I'm telling Slime, once I get the green light, put my foot on they neck, bet they feel what I'm saying
Mom's told me, f*ck it and go grab the Porsche, and I might, cause you can't spend this shit when you dead

Shit getting sticky, I don't know who really with me, not putting my feelings in the business
I'm checking dimensions, cause I'm trying to bury a safe, once I put up the pay, we been getting
Boy, we ain't kidding, I can get it to your city, I make a call and baba send it
I ain't wanna hit her, I'm using the spot for the box, once it drop, then I'm coming to get it

Shit, it's a blowout if we talking numbers, been deep in my bag, I can up a few digits
I've been trying to tell you this trap shit a sport, I've been playing with them rats like I'm training for tennis
I ain't really f*cking with niggas, and I put my trust in these bitches, it is what it is, this shit that they posting
I spent on the TV, I just put a hundred inches in the crib, and I been having motion

I really been trying to stay focused this year, I'm trying to touch a M, and I gave them my love
And they wouldn't put a knife in my back, so I'm no longer f*cking with them, long as I'm making a profit
I'm straight, I can double this bitch at any given moment, lately been curving these hoes, I ain't tripping
I'd rather you give that pussy to my homie, ain't talking money, I'm in the discussion

Up and drop shots on his ass if you touch me, cause selling the pack while we crossing the border
To Mexico, it's a QP in my luggage, you either with or against me, ain't no in between it
But either way, I ain't tripping, not into tricking on hoes but she keep it a hundred that
That pussy A1, I'ma tip her, I'm trying to get as much paper as I can

And then get out the way, cause these niggas ain't solid, I'm trying to find a solution
To be rich forever, I'm finna retire, my mama, all of my young niggas really outside
And we keep sticking fire like we finna go camping, no second chances
Once you pull some hoe shit like, just move around, cause you know we gon' stamp it

Checking the track and this bitch finna land, when they ask how I feel, I'm just telling fantastic
Shorty been telling me I like you better when you pop your shit on, these niggas get active
I really did drop a bag for that, nigga, that's facts
I don't really care if they change on me, shit, we still eating

If you gotta choose, then stay over there, we ain't doing no competing
Where the f*ck they be at when I need them? These niggas be getting too greedy, these bitches be leeches
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She go to texting, she hate me as soon as I leave, end up with bad luck, she don't mean it
Been going back and forth with my accountant, the way that I'm spending shit, she can't believe it
Way better view from the top of the mountain, but I still look, come down and get active, believe me
Lie to a bitch, like my heart on my sleeve, but she ain't realize that I've been out of sleeveless

Can't nothing faze me, they only have on occasions, we having this shit on a daily
I'm telling Turbo, let niggas try it, I'm booking a flight with the R, I ain't playing
I'm telling Slime, once I get the green light, put my foot on they neck, bet they feel what I'm saying
Mom's told me, f*ck it and go grab the Porsche, and I might, cause you can't spend this shit when you dead

Shit getting sticky, I don't know who really with me, not putting my feelings in the business
I'm checking dimensions, cause I'm trying to bury a safe, once I put up the pay, we been getting
Boy, we ain't kidding, I can get it to your city, I make a call and baba send it
I ain't wanna hit her, I'm using the spot for the box, once it drop, then I'm coming to get it

Shit, it's a blowout if we talking numbers, been deep in my bag, I can up a few digits
I've been trying to tell you this trap shit a sport, I've been playing with them rats like I'm training for tennis
I ain't really f*cking with niggas, and I put my trust in these bitches, it is what it is, this shit that they posting
I spent on the TV, I just put a hundred inches in the crib, and I been having motion

I really been trying to stay focused this year, I'm trying to touch a M, and I gave them my love
And they wouldn't put a knife in my back, so I'm no longer f*cking with them, long as I'm making a profit
I'm straight, I can double this bitch at any given moment, lately been curving these hoes, I ain't tripping
I'd rather you give that pussy to my homie, ain't talking money, I'm in the discussion

Up and drop shots on his ass if you touch me, cause selling the pack while we crossing the border
To Mexico, it's a QP in my luggage, you either with or against me, ain't no in between it
But either way, I ain't tripping, not into tricking on hoes but she keep it a hundred that
That pussy A1, I'ma tip her, I'm trying to get as much paper as I can

And then get out the way, cause these niggas ain't solid, I'm trying to find a solution
To be rich forever, I'm finna retire, my mama, all of my young niggas really outside
And we keep sticking fire like we finna go camping, no second chances
Once you pull some hoe shit like, just move around, cause you know we gon' stamp it

Checking the track and this bitch finna land, when they ask how I feel, I'm just telling fantastic
Shorty been telling me I like you better when you pop your shit on, these niggas get active
I really did drop a bag for that, nigga, that's facts
I don't really care if they change on me, shit, we still eating

If you gotta choose, then stay over there, we ain't doing no competing
Where the f*ck they be at when I need them? These niggas be getting too greedy, these bitches be leeches
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Writer: Ahmad Willis
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