[Intro: Birdman]
(Trey made this beat)
Early morning shit
(Dubba-AA flex)
Late night
(Louie Bandz made anotha' one)
All about the money
(This is the sound)
[Verse 1: Birdman]
Finessin' is pimpin', nigga, I’m strapped with this missile
We flippin' and runnin', got these millions, master feelin'
She say that she comin', nigga, but fuck it, we went did it
They know that we comin' nigga, then Hummers go to spittin'
Big paper sideways, a lot for my age, tires for my ways
We shippin' on highways, live and be real, gorilla, life sentence
Been hustin' ‘bout this money, nigga, live it how we get it (Blatt)
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
We bring them bitches to a standoff
Up with that K and I’m sprayin' 'round, baby
And I got prices on my head now, that’s on my soul
I won’t go on to baby
And they gon’ take it, they get it
I know you love me, I feel it, I’m tellin' you to keep yo' head on, baby
Post in the trap with my niggas, I’m holdin' on to my glizzy
Can’t let nobody knock my head off, baby
[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Police draw down, I put my hands up, yeah
They slam me down, put me in handcuffs, yeah
I won’t say nun until my lawyer come, yeah
Catch 'em down bad, I might just stand one, yeah
Yo' life in danger, don’t stand down, you a gangsta, bitch
Know for a fact, we beat that case, fuck what they sayin', shit
I’m a real gangsta, play with you and I’ma spank a bitch
You my lil thug and I’m yo' love, they don’t know 'bout this
Got a brand new check and I’ma use it on a brand new shooter
I’ma talk that shit like Adrian Boner, but I ain’t no loser
If a nigga want it, creep up on 'em real quick, I’ma [?] 'em
I’m gettin' high off all these drugs, but I ain’t no user
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
We bring them bitches to a standoff
Up with that K and I’m sprayin' 'round, baby
And I got prices on my head now, that’s on my soul
I won’t go on to baby
And they gon’ take it, they get it
I know you love me, I feel it, I’m tellin' you to keep yo' head on, baby
Post in the trap with my niggas, I’m holdin' on to my glizzy
Can’t let nobody knock my head off, baby
[Verse 3: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
And I’ma tell you that it’s up, pull up to the club
Drank inside my cup, ain’t with us, if he try to touch
Leave his ass hit up
Ain’t no love, we gon' run it up, give you all my love
When they approach, shoot it through the do'
We don’t give a fuck
[Outro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
We bring them bitches to a standoff
Up with that K and I’m sprayin' 'round, baby
And I got prices on my head now, that’s on my soul
I won’t go on to baby
