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Lyrics:
[Intro]
(A-a-a-a-ayy, that's probably Tago)
(Goddamn BJ made another one)
To all the haters, I-
Yeah, ooh, ooh-ooh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
[Verse 1]
And, now, I speak, got to put my daughter sleep
And just like Peak, I named my son after a Jeep (They know)
Ain't been respondin' to these niggas, I'm way more rich, I know they see (They see)
On my wife, I'm spendin' millions, and, I put some diamonds on my wrist (Yeah-yeah)
I done made it out the cage (I done made it out the cage)
Saw me down, but, I'm still up, I don't give one fuck
God, I say, "Thank you"
Hit your artist with them Ks (Hit your artist with them Ks)
I don't bother you, you pick on me
Just wait to see, bitch, I'm gon' spank you (Bah-bah)
Too many real estate to the rich, that's embarrassment, but, I'm big on it
Been on it, I get that money and I sit on it (Sit on it)
Nails got some paint up on 'em, but play, know I kill yo' big homie
I got the venture-branded chain, I'll fit three times your rent on it
Tell my mama, "Send a hundred, I'ma send it back" (I'ma send it back)
Throw a brick in [?] and, bitch, you know I'ma get you whacked (I'ma get you whacked)
Tell [?] I'm a gangster who been misled wrong
I been misleadin' wrong, but, if you ever need me, I'll send 'em back (I'll send 'em back)
[Chorus]
To all the haters, I say, "Hey"
I made it through another day
I'm blessed, so how can I complain?
It ain't one thing that they can say
I thank you Lord that I'm saved
Look all this money I done made
They won't let me out the cage
Them hitters miss me with them Ks (Pussy niggas miss me with them Ks)
Know I put shit up behind Lil Dave (Yeah)
But, bae, I changed (Yeah)
I was feelin' played (Yeah)
Shoot up inside a bitch up in his face (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Wonder if they stop violence, but, it won't add up to my name
Known to bring pain, I bust his brain
Like, "Boy, you disrespect the gang" (You know)
I'm a Duck, continue with that ignorant shit 'cause I'm a wealthy man (Move on)
Try to pray five times a day, name another Christian do the same (Amen)
And I got to thank the Lord for my kids (My kids)
Harper got smart on that bitch
Nigga tryna cap me, cross my wig, behind this border, we dig
Hope you don't think you comin' in here puttin' me up, it won't [?] (Uh-uh)
Come test your luck, I won't sit
Droppin' [?]
I'm like, "Mama, these niggas don't want no problems
These women wanna sex, so, ain't my problems"
Free [?] give away to all of my partners (All of my brothers, yeah)
They be hatin', and I'm like, "Oh, it ain't my problem" (Ma', I got problems)
[Chorus]
To all the haters, I say, "Hey"
I made it through another day (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm blessed, so how can I complain? (I can't complain)
It ain't one thing that they can say (It ain't a thing they can say)
I thank you Lord that I'm saved (Ooh, ooh)
Look all this money I done made
They won't let me out the cage
Them hitters miss me with them Ks (Ah, ah)
Know I put shit up behind Lil Dave (Yeah, yeah)
But, bae, I changed
I was feelin' played
Shoot up inside a bitch up in his face (Yeah)
[Verse 3]
I'm workin' hard through all my problems, hustlin' on my own (Oh)
And I be up late when they sleep, no excuses at all
I'm a man inside my home (My home)
I got to provide, and-
But, all my niggas been slidin' (Woah-oh)
We got to stay violent through this shit
Don't like violence, not one bit
Might just come home and call my mama (Call my mama)
Got to keep me rollin', I stay strong (I'm strong, yeah)
I'm winnin' on these bitches, I say, "Amen"
My shades, they Balenci', they ain't RayBan
Better try harder to open a can on these fools
These niggas be fans, runnin' up my bands on them goons (I run up my bands)
Bought extra land, and it got the same view as my house, way too cool (Too cool)
Got to keep that stick inside my pants like baboon (Know I got to keep that stick)
They know I'm not friendly, I won't beef and I hate all of you (I'm too rich)
Watch my nails (Yeah)
Tell the boys and girls, I'ma top 'em up, go to Hell (Go to Hell)
You hatin' on me, I hope you conquer and prevail (Prevail)
They want beef, got 'em waitin' on me
'Cause I know they'll probably'll call twelve (Brrt)
Can't be lookin' up to niggas don't even look up to theyself
Don't set yourself up for to fail (Slime)
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21 ноя 2022
