Spit Tha Goldyn Child - NOT 4 NOTHING

I got Jimmy Hendrix songs on my Nike dunks
Smoking on Scotty too hotty skunk
What the fuck, damn
I can't help myself I'm trying to see what's in that trunk
Im smoking my green and that ass turn red
Sb, I beat it like Dr. FeelGood
She just wanna hold a little cream
Trying to live out her dreams
When I beat it that I hope it don't heal good
Ayo, not for nothing
Not for nothing I can't do nothing with ya if you ain't getting money
Even my little bitch she get money
Hundreds on hundreds and blues on blues
Can't go to sleep cause you snooze and you lose
Im touching commas while under the moon
Gotta think ahead by a couple of moons
We steps ahead by a couple of moves
I hope you don't tell, I hope you don't tell
She get saved by the bell
She want her Chanel, might go to Pharrell
She get hit from the tail, put my name on her nails
We smoking on L's but ain't taking no L's
Lil Foreign that nigga if you ain't know
In the hood with a bitch like J-lo
Make a wrong move catch a halo
In the kitchen like the flex on the sample
3 a.m all up in a mickeydees like "who want wreck"
Large fries and my bitch up next
Stop, phone good, keys good, racks up, check
Gucci shades in the whip like a backup flex
And I hate when a bitch act like my ex
So I hit my other booby that's some backup neck
Get a call I gotta dip, make a bag-o stretch
See I'm a different type of nigga
Like my whips six speed
Like my bikes in my air and my bitches on their knees
I don't like to count money unless I count a couple cheese yeah
Fuck a price tag spend a pound on some sneaks
Smoking in the club can't pass the Og
Trying to run it up like a dent in the jeans
Got mine feeling great
Got it on me in the wake
RIP what I told him at the lake
Couple hundred for a covergirl,
Word up yeah, elevated my taste
Blue fucking hundon
Hundon hundon hu- hu- hu-
Going global, then worldwide ain't no escape
If you ain't first you in last place
All work no break, all gas no break
Heart cold like veins, ice in my veins
I got Jimmy Hendrix songs on my Nike dunks
Smoking on Scotty too hotty skunk
What the fuck, damn
I can't help myself I'm trying to see what's in that trunk
Im smoking my green and that ass turn red
Sb, I beat it like Dr. FeelGood
She just wanna hold a little cream
Trying to live out her dreams
When I beat it that I hope it don't heal good
Ayo, not for nothing

Written by:
Jamil Paez, Justin Givens, Markelle Johnson

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