歌词
Aye, uh
They just came to go, ain't gone play no more, ain't the same no more
Change some more, that's what n*ggas do, so I can't hang no more
Always had a vision on my dream gon' be a reality
Oh, f*ck 'em, I'm gon' blow-woah-woah
3-2-1, I'm finna blast, I'm takin off
Know these n*ggas tryna jack my swag, I made the sauce
They switch up, I stay up in my bag, I hate 'em all
I got cash and they tryna come back, can't save 'em all, hell no I can't save 'em all
They talk about your loses, but won't talk about your gains , no
Money changed my life, but my lifestyle won't ever change, no
When I'm by myself, I reminisce, that's when my pain go
I remember I was happy, now I just think ''where them days go?''
I can stress about no b*tch, they bring me drama, not no commas
Think I'm stressin' 'cause I'm rich, got too much money, that's my problem
Me and fake n*ggas just don't click, and if I see 'em, I'mma rob 'em
And b*tch I'm fresh up on from the bricks, so I got sticks up in my condo, yeah, yeah
He got a problem, we got choppas, 762s
I got money, now they tryna find out, what I'm into
That fame will make some n*ggas change, I told them move
Had to try to do me for some clout, that's why I step out with them woo's, now
They just came to go, ain't gone play no more, ain't the same no more
Change some more, that's what n*ggas do, so I can't hang no more
Always had a vision on my dream gon' be a reality
Oh, f*ck 'em, I'm gon' blow-woah-woah
3-2-1, I'm finna blast, I'm takin off
Know these n*ggas tryna jack my swag, I made the sauce
They switch up, I stay up in my bag, I hate 'em all
I got cash and they tryna come back, can't save 'em all, hell no I can't save 'em all
Tell that b*tch, turn the city up, countin' all these money problems
But in LA, she ain't eatin though, why you think she stuck in my condo
Says she actin' like a fiend, finna blow my little bomber
I'mma just let out all this cream, in her throat, I got a hitter, Mercedes
She tryna go out for a date, yeah, I got a whole lotta demons
Stackin these hunnids', they look like the sea
Told a b*tch that I love her, but no I don't mean it
Sorry but, b*tch I didn't mean it, talkin' money, finna set up a meter
Bodies droppin', and my little n*gga did it, two shots, and these n*ggas are sleepin'
Holdin' her, but didn't hit her though
B*tch be for the bag, I up my swag, so no one takin' her
And she suckin' d*ck, and know she bad, she takin' off
B*tch I swipe my card, don't share no tag, I'm scammin' though
Cut off that lil b*tch, and embarrass her
They just came to go, ain't gone play no more, ain't the same no more
Change some more, that's what n*ggas do, so I can't hang no more
Always had a vision on my dream gon' be a reality
Oh, f*ck 'em, I'm gon' blow-woah-woah
3-2-1, I'm finna blast, I'm takin off
Know these n*ggas tryna jack my swag, I made the sauce
They switch up, I stay up in my bag, I hate 'em all
I got cash and they tryna come back, can't save 'em all, hell no I can't save 'em all