It's a four in my liter, tell a hoe, change her demeanor (Ooh, ooh)
Got a whole lot of this shit
Might spend your savings this evening
I'ma make it all back, that's the vision (yeah)
Fuck your bitch, real quick this season (ooh, ooh)
I remember when a nigga ain't have shit
And I'll put it in your face, better believe it
Be-be-be-be, believe it, be-be-be-be, believe it (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Be-be-be-be, believe it, be-be-be-be, believe it (yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Be-be-be-be, believe it, be-be-be-be, believe it
I remember when a nigga ain't have shit
And I'll put it in your face, better believe it
I remember when a nigga ain't have (ain't have)
I was down broke on my ass (all broke)
Now Lambo truck, paper tags (vroom)
Hellcat, I'ma do the whole dash (I'm gone)
Sleepin' on the floor, I was young and bummy
Ask for dough, they said, "No", they wouldn't leave me money
Had to go out the state when they came to my war
I ain't need no one to go get it for me
Put my trust in my fate like I'm Biggie, Poppa
I bought choppas for bottles that pocket watchin' (boom, boom, boom)
Used to laugh at my dreams, people used to doubt me
Now it's many Balenci' when I go shoppin'
Houston, Texas, I rep it for ever, ever (be-be-be-be, believe it)
Smokin' dope, pour a four, mix the shit together (be-be-be-be, believe it)
Drop the top on arenas since Harvey, Katrina
Know my city fell off but we back together
It's a four in my liter, tell a hoe, change her demeanor (ooh, ooh)
Got a whole lot of this shit
Might spend your savings this evening
I'ma make it all back, that's the vision (yeah)
Fuck your bitch, real quick this season (ooh, ooh)
I remember when a nigga ain't have shit
And I'll put it in your face, better believe it
Be-be-be-be, believe it, be-be-be-be, believe it (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Be-be-be-be, believe it, be-be-be-be, believe it (yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Be-be-be-be, believe it, be-be-be-be, believe it
I remember when a nigga ain't have shit
And I'll put it in your face, better believe it
Young nigga gettin' that lettuce (yeah)
Old head start gettin' jealous (yeah)
They never broke bread, never fed us (yeah)
Mislead, old heads never led us (yeah)
Gettin' bread, old head wouldn't let us (yeah)
Put the bread on your like some lettuce
Every red to his head 'tell 'em catch up
Two shots ahead, oh that's how they left us
Got it out the mud like a refugee
Now I sip mud in the penthouse suite
Rollie plain jane, bust down AP
PJ plane to the SRT
Pull up, left truck in the (be-be-be-be, believe it)
Hunnid bands in my hand, got them racks on me (be-be-be-be, believe it)
Sellin' packs lowkey, got the strap on me
I'm the flyest Crip that you ever gon' see
It's a four in my liter, tell a hoe, change her demeanor (ooh, ooh)
Got a whole lot of this shit
Might spend your savings this evening
I'ma make it all back, that's the vision (yeah)
Fuck your bitch, real quick this season (ooh, ooh)
I remember when a nigga ain't have shit
And I'll put it in your face, better believe it
Be-be-be-be, believe it, be-be-be-be, believe it (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Be-be-be-be, believe it, be-be-be-be, believe it (yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Be-be-be-be, believe it, be-be-be-be, believe it
I remember when a nigga ain't have shit
And I'll put it in your face, better believe it
Believe it, baby
compositores: Emekwanem Ogugua Biosah - Christopher Smith Jr. - Monte Booker - Caleb Toliver - Reginald Helms, Jr.
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