Budget

[Chorus] Just left the house, 12 bust in, I was lucky In the late 90s I wasn’t even rapping, I was hustling You got a master's degree but your shoes so fucking dusty Graduated from Georgia Tech and don’t got nothing Now damnit, end of discussion I’m not a professor but I’m saying fuck a budget Budget, I don’t do the budget Louis luggage, fuck clothes, all I pack is jewelry [Verse 1] Fours on my Masi, make it look like it got crutches You want a Halle Berry bitch then ball like David Justice I need some stick deodorant cause my weed is so musty I'm at Frank Ski with your main bitch and she don’t even know what brunch is Sipping on that Actavis you sipping Robitussin Acting like you leaning but you know you really flexing I’m stupid Gucci, shouting Gucci, yeah I overdoes it I signed Black Migo Scooter, and told him "motherfuck-a-budget" [Chorus] Just left the house, 12 bust in, I was lucky In the late 90s I wasn’t even rapping, I was hustling You got a master's degree but your shoes so fucking dusty Graduated from Georgia Tech and don’t got nothing Budget, budget, motherfuck a budget Budget, budget, motherfuck a budget [Verse 2] 1017 that’s my clique, we the brick squad Y’all all on my dick like a bitch, you the dick squad There’s plenty pieces of the puzzle but nigga I’m the big pawn So Icey Boys, OJ, and Gucci Mane, we the brick boys Riding in Mobile with the scrap like I’m Rich Boy Two half a million dollar chains like I’m Tit Boi Money got me gettin' real fat, I’m a big boy Tried to lock me up for fightin' dogs, Mike Vick boy [Chorus] Just left the house, 12 bust in, I was lucky In the late 90s I wasn’t even rapping, I was hustling You got a master's degree but your shoes so fucking dusty Graduated from Georgia Tech and don’t got nothing Budget, budget, motherfuck a budget Budget, budget, motherfuck a budget