We can book a flight to Miami baby let's get away
Lately I been chasing this money and I ain't took a break
When you run it up by yo lonely them niggas feel a way
I can't even focus on haters I'm trynna fill a safe
Youngins looking up to a nigga that's how I know I'm great
Told my brothers f*ck all the beefing we trynna get this pape
Show em that's it's more than just trappin we trynna make a way
Never said I'm perfect or nothing I know I make mistakes
What's a hundred thousand? my nigga I need at least a M
Know we keep it cool but don't try it cause we ain't one of them
Stayed real thru all of my losses and now it's time to win
I give all my glory to God, because If not for him
I could probably still be struggling
Came away from petty hustlin
Remember I was broke with nothing
Told myself I'm gon get money
Hit the trap and got it pumping
Now the baddest bitches want me
Had to grind to get me something
My Older niggas wouldn't front me
Forever loyal to the bros, they never gotta question
Ever lost yo re up on the stove? That shit'll teach ya lessons
For the money it get cold, ya know these niggas selfish
He ain't try to put his people on and now he missing blessings
We should take a trip out to Cali I'm trynna run it up
Go out there and cop me a 100 and put a 100 up
Feel a way when niggas compare me, cause they ain't done enough
Love when I was stuck at the bottom, they hate me coming up
30 pounds trappin in rentals just wanna do the Porsche
Had 80 pints of the quali, you wasn't off the porch
Thuggin with my nigga Chef Boomer he had me on the north
I don't gotta go thru the middle I'm dealing with the source
Driving down the road to the riches I put this bitch in sport
Homie fighting two different cases he say he skipping court
Never will I play bout a dollar it ain't no coming short
Every nigga round me got choppas you know you can't extort
I be in the latest of fashion I showed em how to drip
20 thousand on me in hundreds, I was just broke as shit
Should've blew up when I was younger I wasn't focused then
Fell back from one of my homies but I still hope he win
Always knew I'd be the man, just had to wait it out
If they don't like to see me win, then they gon hate me now
Brodie say you get that shot, you gotta make it count
And no matter where you go, you gotta take the south
Tugg - Get Away Lyrics
Tugg - Get Away Lyrics
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We can book a flight to Miami baby let's get away
Lately I been chasing this money and I ain't took a break
When you run it up by yo lonely them niggas feel a way
I can't even focus on haters I'm trynna fill a safe
Youngins looking up to a nigga that's how I know I'm great
Told my brothers f*ck all the beefing we trynna get this pape
Show em that's it's more than just trappin we trynna make a way
Never said I'm perfect or nothing I know I make mistakes
What's a hundred thousand? my nigga I need at least a M
Know we keep it cool but don't try it cause we ain't one of them
Stayed real thru all of my losses and now it's time to win
I give all my glory to God, because If not for him
I could probably still be struggling
Came away from petty hustlin
Remember I was broke with nothing
Told myself I'm gon get money
Hit the trap and got it pumping
Now the baddest bitches want me
Had to grind to get me something
My Older niggas wouldn't front me
Forever loyal to the bros, they never gotta question
Ever lost yo re up on the stove? That shit'll teach ya lessons
For the money it get cold, ya know these niggas selfish
He ain't try to put his people on and now he missing blessings
We should take a trip out to Cali I'm trynna run it up
Go out there and cop me a 100 and put a 100 up
Feel a way when niggas compare me, cause they ain't done enough
Love when I was stuck at the bottom, they hate me coming up
30 pounds trappin in rentals just wanna do the Porsche
Had 80 pints of the quali, you wasn't off the porch
Thuggin with my nigga Chef Boomer he had me on the north
I don't gotta go thru the middle I'm dealing with the source
Driving down the road to the riches I put this bitch in sport
Homie fighting two different cases he say he skipping court
Never will I play bout a dollar it ain't no coming short
Every nigga round me got choppas you know you can't extort
I be in the latest of fashion I showed em how to drip
20 thousand on me in hundreds, I was just broke as shit
Should've blew up when I was younger I wasn't focused then
Fell back from one of my homies but I still hope he win
Always knew I'd be the man, just had to wait it out
If they don't like to see me win, then they gon hate me now
Brodie say you get that shot, you gotta make it count
And no matter where you go, you gotta take the south
Lately I been chasing this money and I ain't took a break
When you run it up by yo lonely them niggas feel a way
I can't even focus on haters I'm trynna fill a safe
Youngins looking up to a nigga that's how I know I'm great
Told my brothers f*ck all the beefing we trynna get this pape
Show em that's it's more than just trappin we trynna make a way
Never said I'm perfect or nothing I know I make mistakes
What's a hundred thousand? my nigga I need at least a M
Know we keep it cool but don't try it cause we ain't one of them
Stayed real thru all of my losses and now it's time to win
I give all my glory to God, because If not for him
I could probably still be struggling
Came away from petty hustlin
Remember I was broke with nothing
Told myself I'm gon get money
Hit the trap and got it pumping
Now the baddest bitches want me
Had to grind to get me something
My Older niggas wouldn't front me
Forever loyal to the bros, they never gotta question
Ever lost yo re up on the stove? That shit'll teach ya lessons
For the money it get cold, ya know these niggas selfish
He ain't try to put his people on and now he missing blessings
We should take a trip out to Cali I'm trynna run it up
Go out there and cop me a 100 and put a 100 up
Feel a way when niggas compare me, cause they ain't done enough
Love when I was stuck at the bottom, they hate me coming up
30 pounds trappin in rentals just wanna do the Porsche
Had 80 pints of the quali, you wasn't off the porch
Thuggin with my nigga Chef Boomer he had me on the north
I don't gotta go thru the middle I'm dealing with the source
Driving down the road to the riches I put this bitch in sport
Homie fighting two different cases he say he skipping court
Never will I play bout a dollar it ain't no coming short
Every nigga round me got choppas you know you can't extort
I be in the latest of fashion I showed em how to drip
20 thousand on me in hundreds, I was just broke as shit
Should've blew up when I was younger I wasn't focused then
Fell back from one of my homies but I still hope he win
Always knew I'd be the man, just had to wait it out
If they don't like to see me win, then they gon hate me now
Brodie say you get that shot, you gotta make it count
And no matter where you go, you gotta take the south
Writer: Marlon Beard
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