CashMoneyAP Mm-yeah Mmm-mm-mm-mm Yeah (Sixteen year old), yeah, mmm, mmm I just walked inside my show, with a dirty gun I just drunk a pint, I need some more, I need another one Put down my cup, then picked it up, it's tryna tell me somethin' I can't leave my past, it's on me bad I'm tryna step on somethin' And these designer pants, this ain't no facade Get up and chase the money, even when I'm tired All this pain I can't hold I ain't lyin' Get on them xans, you start to playin', I go to firin' I'm a thug This the story of a nigga with no love Pullin' up, seen dark, you fuck around, I light it up Keep in touch I been rollin', ain't no tellin' where I was What the fuck? She been trippin', got no time for that girl, yeah I fell back Come 'cross the track I'm on the block with them shotters Get 'em whacked How many? I can't even stunt, it's a lot of 'em Plenty money, but I walk 'round this bitch like I ain't got a dollar Plenty choppers, we spray around this bitch and take care the problem She wanna fuck and hang around and say she slime Got seven watches, I can't seem to find no time (Yeah) They talkin' down and it be fuckin' with my mind (Yeah) But, shit, I'm good 'cause they ain't never saw me cryin' (Yeah) Roll with my thugs, you disrespect, we go to jail 'bout it Put his ass up, ain't thinkin' twice, I'm goin' to hell 'bout it I show too much love, but, shit, I can't provide for everybody Say what you thinkin' Shit what you feelin'? Don't be scared 'bout it I'm slime I just walked inside my show, with a dirty gun I just drunk a pint, I need some more, I need another one Put down my cup, then picked it up, it's tryna tell me somethin' I can't leave my past, it's on me bad I'm tryna step on somethin' And these designer pants, this ain't no facade Get up and chase the money, even when I'm tired All this pain I can't hold I ain't lyin' Get on them xans, you start to playin', I go to firin' I go hard Give a fuck 'bout what they talkin' I'm that boy I got guards up in the front But, just incase, Herm got the rod I got God Ain't gotta front, I put my faith up in the Lord Been to jail too many times 'cause I ain't scared to take the charge (Uh-huh) Diamonds flashin' on these links got me blind I hide my pain with VVS, I'ma shine I miss my grandma bad, I'm waitin' on my time My pass to heaven, probably missed it, I'm so slime (Yeah) I'm auick to shoot your ass if I miss a dime I put that boy up in the grave Can't say nothin' now Right now a nigga missin' Dave and I can't rhyme Fell (Fell), then I climbed These pussy niggas hidin' (On God, man) I be goin' hard this ain't no facade I'm missin' grandpa home, I shouldn't've left out the yard Yeah Ain't no turnin' back, nigga I'm headed to the grave with it I just walked inside my show, with a dirty gun I just drunk a pint, I need some more, I need another one Put down my cup, then picked it up, it's tryna tell me somethin' I can't leave my past, it's on me bad I'm tryna step on somethin' And these designer pants, this ain't no facade Get up and chase the money, even when I'm tired All this pain I can't hold I ain't lyin' Get on them xans, you start to playin', I go to firin'