Get off my d**k, let me do me
That’s a million bucks, every two weeks
I’m f**king on an actress, we making movies
I’m pulling out my camera, we shooting new scenes
I’m flexing stupid on these ni**as, puking on these ni**as
Sipping all this drank, Lord I’m juicing on these ni**as
Got my bi**h balling hard, Sheryl Swooping on these ni**as
Mind your f**king business and stop googling on me, ni**a
I do Tunechi on these ni**as
Riding through the city with a bad bi**h with me
She wanna know if she can bring her friends
But my ni**as wanna know if they’re pretty
Yeah they can tag along
Bet you I could tag em all
With a little love and some alcohol
But I’ma pass em off to my ni**as
Kick em out when I’m done, ni**a, f**k em all
Back to the grind
I work so hard like I get paid overtime
But when I see the check come deep
Run up in the mall, buy the same thing three times
Call this foreplay
Cause when the hoes see me shop, you can see the panties drop
Running up a check get em so wet
Gotta ball out, call it BowFlex
They wanna know how I go so hard but I’m still so young
Enemy so good, and I’m still not done
No I ain’t stopping til I got it all
And I’m winning til it ain’t no room for losing
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
Get cash, get cars, go hard
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
Ni**a I don’t ask why you do your job
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
I grind sundown to sunrise
Don’t tell me to prove it, cause I might lose it
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
Don’t have to tell you, the plan is relentless
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
Ni**a that’s my business
Even if you say you don’t f**k with it
Cause you know for my ni**as I’ma stay down
Stay down, stay down
We never trust them bi**hes, better lay down
Lay down, lay down
But they never come around when the money out
Money out, money out
I’ve done seen people that ran out
Tryna come around for a handout
I woke up this morning, d**k rock hard
If you looking for your woman, she just hopped off
If you looking for some trouble, ain’t gotta look far
I put that d**k in her stomach, she holla, Good Lord
I put that d**k in her stomach, she holla, Good God
These ni**as claiming they thugging, they know they good boys
My ni**as call me KG, cause I’m the Kush God
And my coupe don’t need a key,
I’m talking push start, push start
Riding and vibing, ain’t hiding, come find me
It ain’t hard to find me cause ni**a I’m shining
I ain’t got to tell these boys, they know I’m shining
I ain’t got to tell my goons turn up, they bother you
F**k with me right now, that’s bad timing
Fatherless children and sad mommies
F**k all this s**t they be saying bout me
I’m on that sipping, too damn drowsy for that bulls**t
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
Get cash, get cars, go hard
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
Ni**a I don’t ask why you do your job
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
I grind sundown to sunrise
Don’t tell me to prove it, cause I might lose it
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
Don’t have to tell you, the plan is relentless
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
Ni**a that’s my business
Even if you say you don’t f**k with it
compositores: AUGUST ALSINA, CANDACE CURRY, DWAYNE CARTER, KEVIN ANDRE PRICE, KEYIARA SALLIE, NICODEMO GIOVANNI LALLI, RALPH JEANTY, SEAN MCMILLION
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