TyFlyy - 2016

Ayy, ayy
People change, things change, everybody change eventually
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm counting this cash
My son ask me like 'Dad how you get rich?'
Just have a plan,Whatever that you make back, go flip again
I was down bad, No way in hell they'd ever think we win
Felt like I'm LeBron for the Cavs & it's 2016
Felt like I'm LeBron for the Cavs, bae we was down like 3-1
In that GTR, that shit so fast, these niggas can't even keep up
I can't feed no grown-ass nigga, I'd rather go feed my son
Ayy, smack lil' baby, I hear it from the back, so good, I'm making her run
Smack lil' baby, I hit from the back, so good, fuckin' up her weave
Man she chattin', tell me if I take a loss, she stay with me
Ayy, on God, I put that shit, if I take a loss, I get it back
Just find out where he at, grrah, splat
Babe, my life a movie, I'm fresh as hell and I got clips
2016, it's just me, Loc, and Wavy hitting licks
2016, it's just me, Loc, and Wavy in the trap
Be careful, you don't waste no time, cause you can't get it back
These niggas ask to borrow shit, knowing they aint gon' give it back
Ayy, Harvard shoulda gave me a scholarship for making it out the trap
Grah, like, Harvard shoulda gave me a scholarship for making it out the trap
I'm counting this cash
My son ask me like 'Dad how you get rich?'
Just have a plan,Whatever that you make back, go flip again
I was down bad, No way in hell they'd ever think we win
Felt like I'm LeBron for the Cavs & it's 2016
2016

Written by:
Tyshawn Seymour

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