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