Brando Blu - game fa' sale .

Yea
I need heated seats, double chains, couple racks on me
Trynna be running thangs, might just cop Rollie
Jug season he a lame them niggas phony
Let em' be long as they don't say they know me

I got racks on investments, word up to Robinhood
So yeen gotta question if I'm straight, nigga I been good
Working hella hours making sure the fam right
Bringing home hella flour, I can make the bread rise
On some Pillsberry dough shit
Racking up the dough bih
It come quick n go quick
So save some of yo shit
Or you gone be ass out
A cash cow trash now
Can't just take the fast route
Gotta make ya last count
Cuz all them friends dash out
Find ya self in last now
Trynna find a path out
Stressing bout a bag wow
Ain't it crazy how the tables turn when you don't keep it catered
Niggas flip they shit when you stop doing favors
Now ya on ya own and lonely
Niggas won't phone him
Wild how the script flip when ya low on money
Told my momma gimme time, she said no condoning
A half a man, so I kept my head on me

I need heated seats, double chains, couple racks on me
Trynna be running thangs, might just cop Rollie
Jug season, he a lame, them niggas phony
Let em' be long as they don't say they know me

I'm on go, put it on soul
Popping big shit like my name King Kong
Going in fore I even ring a ding dong
I'm trynna make some hits so the world sing along
But never change the core me
The game can't afford a G
Never selling my soul
They better take it forcibly
Imma be the same one
I am once the fame come
Day ones at my funeral
Like paper never changed em
I know I gotta big heart
I keep it on the low tho
Cuz I done been backstabbed, ran over, stomped on
So I be moving different now
Start you off at 85
Cuz starting at a hunnit had me really finna take a life
And ion wanna do dat
Please don't make me shoot back
Cuz niggas say it's love
But it's cap like a new hat
I just want a mansion
Somewhere to put the stu at
Or maybe put the coupe at
I'm in a whole new bag

I need heated seats, double chains, couple racks on me
Trynna be running thangs, might just cop Rollie
Jug season, he a lame, them niggas phony
Let em be long as they don't say they know me

Written by:
Brandon Hines

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