Tyree Bridges - 7 Figs

Yea, uh
Outside hanging with my niggas
We ain't caring on who's in and out the picture
You got friends?
Yeah bring 'em withcha
They all bad
Yea perfect mixture
Me and my niggas tryna make seven figures
Nothing we want but to get richer
They say money don't make you happy
But awe yea he's a fixer
Money's hungry from sitting all alone
Money tired of me staying at home
Money want me working in my zone
Money want me to collab
Watch the Throne
Money got me in my bag
Uh
Money got me thinking that I'm grown
Uh
That I'm grown
I'm freestylin' I don't know what I'm doing yo
I'm outside hanging with my niggas
Ain't caring on who's in and out the picture
You got friends? Yeah bring 'em withcha
They all bad, yea perfect mixture
Me and my niggas tryna make seven figures
Nothing we want but to get richer
They say money don't make you happy
But awe yea he's a fixer
Me and my niggas tryna make seven figures
Me and my niggas yea
Me and my niggas yea
Me and my niggas yea
We wanna make seven
Yea, yea, yea
Oh yea, yea, yea
Oh yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea
Oh yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Oh, yea, yea, yea, yea
Oh yea
Seven yea seven yea yea

Written by:
Tyree Bridges

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