Doughboi Pacino - Ain't Nothin' Free (Look At Me)

Oou ouu
Look at me
Look at me
Damn you always bout a bag
Yes indeed
It's go cost to fuck with me
I'm charging fees
You can't trick me off these streets
Ain't nothin' free
I get a bag when I wanna
Blowing za za on yo' corner
Don't play with him the aroma
Please don't try me you a goner
Hold up
Wait
Pull up
Skate
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Hold up
Hold up
Hold up
Let me refill up my soda
Use to trap off Motorola's
At yo' front door no Jehovah
Designer fit go make em' sick
Excuse my manners
Drip my set no Juelz Santana
Third coast rider pardon my grammar
Keep me a bag but I ain't no Santa
Always told boy keep that hammer
Especially when you ride around Atlanta
I fell in love with a bitch she a scammer
Heat up the block when my heart got cold
No role model I stick by the code
Sit back in the cut watch you niggas expose
U really some hoes
The first one to fold
Niggas love biting the hand that feed em'
But me I'm like fuck em don't need em'
Carried a lot imma heavy achiever
Last second I buzzer the beater
Always told it was cheaper to keep her
Ask me yeah it's cheaper to leave her
Block on hot got it running a fever
Cheese on deck they can smell the Velvetta
Oou ouu
Look at me
Look at me
Damn you always bout a bag
Yes indeed
It's go cost to fuck with me
I'm charging fees
You can't trick me off these streets
Ain't nothin' free
I get a bag when I wanna
Blowing za za on yo' corner
Don't play with him the aroma
Please don't try me you a goner
Hold up
Wait
Pull up
Skate
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Excuse you
Beg yo' pardon
I be going the hardest
I was writing this shit on Marta
Now I walk on water
In my Yeezys on Sean Carter
In my own lane I don't bother
Mind my business and my mula
Made an appointment with my jeweler
Yo' main bitch give me medulla
Watch how I maneuver
Get that pack they gone salute ya'
Torture rack I'm so Lex Luger
Momma yellin' hallelujah
Yeah her son grew up no loser
Set the trend feel like y'all daddy
Y'all my sons I call em' junior
Niggas love biting the hand that feed em'
But me I'm like fuck em' don't need em'
Carried a lot I'm a heavy achiever
Last second I buzzer the beater
Always told it was cheaper to keep her
Ask me yeah it's cheaper to leave her
Ran this shit up off the meter
They talk shit for the clout
But on mute when I see ya
Oou ouu
Look at me
Look at me
Damn you always bout a bag
Yes indeed
It's go cost to fuck with me
I'm charging fees
You can't trick me off these streets
Ain't nothin' free
I get a bag when I wanna
Blowing za za on yo' corner
Don't play with him the aroma
Please don't try me you a goner
Hold up
Wait
Pull up
Skate
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Written by:
Ernest Rosendoll

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