[Intro: G.T.]
I feel it, niggas' energy, they sick and they can't take it
They liked me better when I was fucked up, trappin' in the vacant
Damn, real
Ayy, yeah
[Chorus: G.T.]
These niggas sick (Let's go), I can feel it in they energy
I got so much fuckin' jewelry on, feel like it's ten of me (Feel like it's ten of me)
Niggas get to talkin' 'bout they money, that shit killin' me
It's crazy how that money made my friends turn to enemies
[Verse 1: G.T.]
I'm lit up like a Christmas tree, clothes came from Italy
I hit her, now she history, I blocked her, she can't mention me (Come on)
You lookin' for G.T., I'm where the Rovers, Benz, and Bentley be (Skrrt)
I pulled up in a Maybach, my bitch pulled up in B&G
Quit with all that muggin' 'cause we quick to get it poppin'
Pockets stuffed like Christmas stockings, watch me take off like a rocket (Yoom)
I always see you in the club, not at the bank, make a deposit (I don't)
We walked in, niggas got quiet, we treat beef like Red Robin
Amiri to the floor, I remember it was Robin
And all my best friends either killers or the robbers
We got that shit from our pops and uncles, bitch, we got it honest
I made two hundred bands in my Top Tens like YB Oddy
[Chorus: G.T.]
These niggas sick (Young boys, nigga), I can feel it in they energy
I got so much fuckin' jewelry on, feel like it's ten of me (For real, ayy)
Niggas get to talkin' 'bout they money, that shit killin' me
It's crazy how that money made my friends turn to enemies
[Verse 2: G.T.]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga, ayy, nigga, we gettin' money, blow it, fuck it
Nigga, I got three prezis, today I wore the white one, I Trumped it
We get bands like we walk around with a trumpet
And if you ever see me with a rat, bitch, you know she stuffin'
If rap fail, I'm on the first one back to Kentucky
Told them boys I'm only fuckin' with bully, I don't want no more husky
Rose gold (Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah), you know she blushin'
Bitch, I move the bag with my feet up, I don't do no rushin'
You hear that sound? That's niggas' Rollie tickin', they do too much frontin'
For that chicken, niggas go the distance, gun you down in public
Save your money, boy, don't be no dummy and crash out
That's probably why these niggas always bluffin', heard they ass out
[Chorus: G.T.]
These niggas sick (Yeah), I can feel it in they energy (Feel it)
I got so much fuckin' jewelry on, feel like it's ten of me (Feel like it's ten of me)
Niggas get to talkin' 'bout they money, that shit killin' me
It's crazy how that money made my friends turn to enemies
These niggas sick (Niggas sick, nigga), I can feel it in they energy (Yeah, feel it)
I got so much fuckin' jewelry on, feel like it's ten of me (Feel like it's ten of me)
Niggas get to talkin' 'bout they money, that shit killin' me
It's crazy how that money made my friends turn to enemies (FlyGod)
[Outro: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, doo-doo
How the fuck you got more money than your big homie, nigga?
Fuck you got more money than your big homie, nigga?
That shit don't fuckin' add up (Uh-uh)
I been gettin' money since the '90s (Yeah)
Two bids later, came home richer than all you fuck niggas (Yeah)
When BMF was poppin' bottles, I was poppin' bottles, nigga
I don't give a fuck, listen
Yeah
You can hate all you want, I'm readin' them comments from a PJ, though, nigga
Fuck y'all niggas, man, fuck y'all niggas
I eat shit, drink shit y'all niggas'll never taste
That Buffalo to Detroit shit, nigga
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