Young NTG - Came to Win

While you was waiting in the stands, my nigga
TG was running up them bands, my nigga
Blue strips was falling out my pants, my nigga, yeah
While you was waiting in them stands, my nigga
TG was running up them bands, my nigga
Gon' see me hopin' out that Benz, my nigga
Picture me doin' my money dance, my nigga, yeah
Don't need a friend, my nigga
But when I get it, I'ma spend, my nigga
I wake up counting something dead, my nigga
Get it before it go, yeah
While you was waiting in them stands, my nigga
TG was running up them bands, my nigga
I ain't gon' let it ever end, my nigga
You know my niggas came to win, yeah
Don't really need a fucking friend, my nigga
I need to stack a couple M's, my nigga
Know when I get it, I'ma spend, my nigga
Yeah, ayy
Lil' TG came to run it up, my nigga
Stay out my way, you get no love, my nigga
My niggas smoke you like a dub, my nigga
Uh, yeah
Lil' TG had to run it up, my nigga
Turn from the buyer to the plug, my nigga
Is what it is, is what it was, my nigga, yeah
You niggas ain't fucking with me, I'm here with your wifey, she rollin' my tree
She used to be curving the kid, but now she be sucking me off of the bean
That bitch want a baby from me, I had to go pass that girl straight to my team
Wilin' Out like Nick Cannon show, yeah, huh
I fucked that bitch after the show, that lil' bicth went straight for my dough
I showed that bitch right to the door, tap in with her friend, fasho
You know I go hard on a thot, you know I go hard on a hoe
Lil' shorty, she want the blow, Lil' TG just want you to blow, yeah
She know I got money to throw, she know I got money to throw
Cause I been running up them bands, my nigga
Once shorty seen it in my hands, my nigga
She never let me go
Lil' TG, I run to the top
You think that this love and it's not
Just keep your hand out of my pot
You lucky I'm smoking you out with this pot
Roll up a couple grams, my nigga
Lay back and let it go (and let it go)
I don't really need a friend (no)
I know my niggas gon' ride with me to the fucking end
Nigga pulled up in a lemon, and hopped out with a ten
If I could fuck in a lemon, imagine with the Benz
I'm in the fast lane to the top, my nigga
I'm next in line to get this guap, my nigga
Do no discussing with a peon hatin'
I could give a fuck bout what a peon thinkin', yeah
While you was waiting in them stands, my nigga
TG was running up them bands, my nigga
I ain't gon' let it ever end, my nigga
You know my niggas came to win, yeah
Don't really need a fucking friend, my nigga
I need to stack a couple M's, my nigga
Know when I get it, I'ma spend, my nigga, yeah
Yeah, ayy

Written by:
Nathan Snider

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