[YoungBoy Never Broke Again] This for them bitches who thinkin´ they real, but really they fake
This for them niggas who think that they thuggin´, but really the ain´t This for them niggas that really be trappin´ up out the ra-a-ain I married that choppa you know that she wit it I call her my ba-a-ae These niggas ain´t shit, yea, don´t know why they hatin´ on me I´ma run up that money, I still be stuntin´ Got blue faced hunnits on me I´ma keep goin´ in and they keep on comin´ Lotta faces on me I´m chasing that money, from Monday to Sunday Got a big bank on me
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again] I do the dash in the winter, young nigga fly like propella (brrr)
DJ Khaled, man I need me another one When we do it, do it better No, I´m not writing no letter NBA new Rockafeller These bitches ain´t shit, wanna suck on my dick Right after she fucked my nigga She raising her voice when I battle She tell me to go out, go faster I think that I´m losing my stamina I think that I need me a challenger Back at it again, just me and twins Tag teamin´ her friend, we having her She told me she real but I know that she fake Lil´ shorty ain´t told me no capping her
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again] This for them bitches that´s thinkin´ they real, but really they fake
This for them niggas that´s thinkin´ that they thuggin´, but really the ain´t This for them niggas that really be trappin´ up out the ra-a-ain I married that choppa you know that she wit it I call her my ba-a-ae These niggas ain´t shit, yea, don´t know why they hatin´ on me I´ma run up that money, I steady be stuntin´ Got blue faced hunnits on me I´ma keep goin´ in and they keep on comin´ Lotta faces on me I´m chasing that money, from Monday to Sunday Got a big bank on me
[Quando Rondo] Too many bands in my bank account A lot of blue hunnits, a large amount
Got a brick of some dope, put that shit on the boat When it come to the money, we ain´t runnin´ out No money buried in that Federal Niggas hate but they ain´t on my level though I swear that they nowhere compatible Smokin´ Gelato and sippin´ on medical I´m really a felon, still grippin´ the FN, might catch me a ca-a-ase Pull up to the show in a brand new Benz and we leave in a Wra-a-aith I told all my niggas: "It´s no new friends", cause these niggas be fa-a-ake I got out my feelings and got in the bag, 30 racks in a sa-a-afe All of my niggas, they Crippin´, they love them blue Benji´s I run that check up, I guess that´s why they hatin´
Everyday I be drippin´, these brand new Balenci´s My shirt made by Louis, my shoes, they Givenchy My girl like that Gucci but I like the Fendi It´s a deuce in my cup, I don´t fuck with the Henny These chains ´round my neck cost a brand new Bent If you try to come take it, get hit with a semi I want the money, I want designer I want that bitch cause she look finer I want the Louis, I want the Fendi I mix Chanel belts with Givenchy He cappin´ in rap, so no, I can´t sign him He forgot I was on, man I had to remind him I´m not lost in the sauce, everyday I be grindin´ Bust down Rollie, perfect timing
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again] This for them bitches who thinkin´ they real, but really they fake
This for them niggas who think that they thuggin´, but really the ain´t This for them niggas that really be trappin´ up out the ra-a-ain I married that choppa you know that she wit it I call her my ba-a-ae These niggas ain´t shit, yea, don´t know why they hatin´ on me I´ma run up that money, I still be stuntin´ Got blue faced hunnits on me I´ma keep goin´ in and they keep on comin´ Lotta faces on me I´m chasing that money, from Monday to Sunday Got a big bank on me Slime!