Make Me Something

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan & T.I.]

I started with nothing, hunger pains hurt my stomach

I was just tryna get some money

I ain't trusting nobody but my mother

What the fuck you expect me do

Tryna make something

Tryna take something, I'm dumping

40 keys of Yay and I run it

Numbers up, money

[?]

[?] made a hundred

Splerjing [?]

What’s five shots? Servin’ fast in every country

[?] catch a case from me

Pussy ass niggas, you ain't talking bout nothing

Tryna make something

Tryna make, tryna make something

Tryna make, tryna make something

Tryna make something

Tryna make, tryna make something

Tryna make me something

[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan]

Rich Homie!

Tryna make something, boy you ain’t take nothin

‘Cause I came a long way (Naw, Nigga)

Trapped them at the corner store, but you know them Asians fucking don't play (Ha)

Stupid nigga, shootin at yo face (Pow pow!)

I ain't losing, don’t know what you take (Nope)

Me for nigga (What!), I'm riding in a brand new car nigga (Skrrrrrrt)

These motherfucking doors [?] nigga (F’real)

I ain't ever had a charger I don’t dodge niggas (Nope)

I don't like bitches who wear them broads, nigga (Haa)

Never ring, turn me on everytime, yea my baby mama

I'm underground, hiding out like Osama nigga (I’m ill)

I'm from Atlanta, got a thousand niggas coming with me (Ay)

Me and TIP got a summer hittin’ (TIP)

Up nigga, what nigga, buck nigga, fuck!

[Verse 2: Young Dro]

Y’all pussy niggas incompatable

Bullets turn acrobactic when they start flipping

You can disappear, magical

I’m hang ten radical

I don’t need a gat, Imma spit these bars like bullets when I battle you

Y'all niggas careful

Show you how to eat, beef

I’m make a hundred thousand dollars on the avenue

Snake skin rattle you (Ssssss)

Fur skin off if I have to, I promise you gon lose by the [?]

Smash you, blast you

Niggas steady haulin, he hard

But I ain’t asked you

Fold him like a cashew

The [?] blue, the Glock red

Sneak up on your ass in the grass like a copperhead

Off white drop head

Offset, me and Rich Homie Quan some dons

And me and TIP, we hold it like the Quran

I’ll turn into the [?], and I take something

I’m ‘cross the street from [?], I'm tryna make something

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan & T.I.]

I started with nothing, hunger pains hurt my stomach

I was just tryna get some money

I ain't trusting nobody but my mother

What the fuck you expect me do

Tryna make something

Tryna take something, I'm dumping

40 keys of Yay and I run it

Numbers up, money

[?]

[?] made a hundred

Splerjing [?]

[?]

[?] catch a case from me

Pussy ass niggas, you ain't talking bout nothing

Tryna make something

Tryna make, tryna make something

Tryna make, tryna make something

Tryna make something

Tryna make, tryna make something

Tryna make me something

[Verse 3: Spodee]

Nigga came from the block

Played in the game with the rocks

Stay with cocaine and a clock

Stay with the Glock

Shine without the chain and the watch

Get wrong [?] talk

How I bang at the cops

Bitches [?]

[?] covers

[?] if a nigga out of order

I hit him [?] go across the water

[?] quarter

[?] Coopes with the droptop quarter

Block still moving with the cops on the corner

I still sell a bag of dope to feed my daughter

Everything available, I'll show you how to order

13, hustled for a pare of Jordans

[?]

[?] try me, and Imma rock [?]

[Verse 4: Shad Da God]

Woah woah, bitch probably drownin’ in water

We came up long way from quarters

Why you just can't get a whole thing?

I broke your scale with my order

God, I was just tryna get a bankroll and a Bentley [?] motherfucker

I was tought to never trust a bitch or a nigga

[?]

[?] hustle

Everytime I bust you

[?] having no muscle

I ain't get the money that easy, I had to tussle

[?] be with the chopper [?]

I sware to god I started with a [?]

[?]

I had a compact Ruger [?]

We got the money running

[?]

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan & T.I.]

I started with nothing, hunger pains hurt my stomach

I was just tryna get some money

I ain't trusting nobody but my mother

[?]

Tryna make something

Tryna take something, I'm dumping

40 keys of Yay and I run it

Numbers up, money

[?]

[?] made a hundred

Splerjing [?]

[?]

[?] catch a case from me

Pussy ass niggas, you ain't talking bout nothing

Tryna make something

Tryna make, tryna make something

Tryna make, tryna make something

Tryna make something

Tryna make, tryna make something

Tryna make me something