Jaywop - Pressure

I done got selfish, bitch I want the extra
Yeah, I'm a P, plenty hoes like Hugh Hefner
Bitch want to go, she can go, I will let her
And stack up my chips and my cheddar, no Chester
I get the pack, run it back, Devin Hester.
Money like gold, yeah I treat it like treasure
I want the best, I don't go for the lesser
I hit your bitch and she tell me I’m pressure
Stay in my lane, bitch I’m trying to be the greatest
I’m getting frustrated, I’m just trying to make it
(Let’s go!) But I’m not DaBaby
I hit your lil hoe and I’m driving her crazy
They watching and hating, fuck you, better pay me
I want the blue faces, fuck all the relations
I cook in the stu like the motherfuckin 80s
Touchdown on a pack, bitch I feel like I'm Payton
Any beat, I blow up like it’s TNT
You can't chill at the spot, ain't no B&B
I been grinding so hard like it’s 3 of me
Need the loud come and shop, it’s still 10 a g
When I see you keep all of that energy
I been far but not far when I’m finna be
Imma slide on your block like it’s slippery
You take an l, and I’m gone take the victory
Run that sack up to the roof, to the ceiling
My name ain’t Bill Gates but I’m trying to make billions
I’m not playing games, and I don't got no feelings
Put my trust in these Franklins, no time for the bitches
Ok, yeah I get it, sometimes I be tripping
Can’t stop smoking trees just hard to admit it
Foot on their neck, can't knock me off my pivot
More money, more money, I just want the digits
Put this shit on for my sisters, my brother
My daddy, my nieces, my granny, my mother
Put this shit on just to ball like I’m Russell
I just been working so hard at the hustle
I done went through the hard times and the struggle
If they ain't with me, I love em but fuck em
Life ain’t been easy couldn't ask for another
Now that bih wanna fuck, got an ass like a bubble
I done got selfish, bitch I want the extra
Yeah, I'm a P, plenty hoes like Hugh Hefner
Bitch want to go, she can go, I will let her
And stack up my chips and my cheddar, no Chester
I get the pack, run it back, Devin Hester
Money like gold, yeah I treat it like treasure
I want the best, I don't go for the lesser
I hit your bitch and she tell me I’m pressure

Written by:
Jalen Lampkin

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