J2-Starter - Scraping Up the City

Riding with my nigga robbie scraping up the city
These hoes be hella picky, and you know that they gon pick me nigga
I don't need your love, when my cash amount in plenty
Could read it in they eyes, when we pull up we see envy
Where ya at (Where ya at)
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Where you niggas at, we make big moves
Young niggas filling up big shoes
Like a ambulance how we get through
Nigga who knew life, could be simple (Oh lord)
I been at the bottom now i'm up (Now i'm up)
Clearly got what lil' mami want
She gon put it on me from the jump (From the jump)
A night out with us equals fun (You ain't know now you know)
I got juice, i got sauce, and i got drip (Got drip)
She already think that i got shit (Got shit)
I just put her mind in my pocket (Pocket)
If she start stalking, hit the block list (Bitch bitch)
The way i boss up is a turn on (Turn on)
And her sex drive don't ever turn off (Turn off)
Everything we do should concern ya'll
Schooling all you niggas, lessons learned ya'll (Oh lord)
Riding with my nigga robbie scraping up the city
These hoes be hella picky, and you know that they gon pick me nigga
I don't need your love, when my cash amount in plenty
Could read it in they eyes, when we pull up we see envy
Where ya at (Where ya at)
Where ya at (Where ya at)
Where ya at (Where ya at)
Where ya at (Where ya at)
Where ya at (Where ya at)
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Where you niggas at come and get cash (Come and get cash)
If you ever doubted, this my get back (This my get back)
I turned competition to a mismatch
I turned couple hundreds to a big bag, damn straight
I been that nigga for a while now (While now)
Niggas copy, tryna get my style down (Style down)
Girls be a sucker for my smiles now (Smiles now)
Could take her to crib and then wild out, oh lord
Everything payed off, never take a day off
Make money, make more
Mom's good, make sure
Elevate, take off
Life such a cakewalk
New j's, stay brought
Love me, hate ya'll
Self made all about my business (About my business)
Scraping up the city with this engine
I replace these bitches with the quickness (Bitch)
And anything i want in life, i get it, you get it (Haaa)
Riding with my nigga robbie scraping up the city
These hoes be hella picky, and you know that they gon pick me nigga
I don't need your love, when my cash amount in plenty
Could read it in they eyes, when we pull up we see envy
Where ya at (Where ya at)
Where ya at (Where ya at)
Where ya at (Where ya at)
Where ya at (Where ya at)
Where ya at (Where ya at)
Where ya at (Where ya at)
Where ya at (Where ya at)
Where ya at (Where ya at)

Written by:
Joshua Thomas

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