Don't Like Freestyle

Fronting niggas that's the shit I don't like, Fake hoes that's the shit I don't like.

Counting hundreds every night your bitch texting saying she want my pipe.

Got to stay on my grind I got to go get it provide for my siblings about this cash flow you know I'm with it.

Money Gang we the team we stay on that business getting money nothing but me and my real niggas.

Where I come from niggas really with it shoot you up if you look suspicious.

I run straight to that money ain't no shortcuts nigga say he rich you know he a bluff.

Where they find these clowns at boys always fronting saying he going to rob me I'm like where he at.

These hoes gold diggers all they want is the money I don't pay for pussy not even a penny.

I work hard for my shit like a slave in the field 0 to 100 I go hard thanks to the pain I feel.

I remember sleeping on that floor that ain't nothing nice had dreams of riding in a Bentley coupe

I got to get this money right.

Boys hating on me they want to see me fail I'm going so hard there's no way I'm going to bail.