Games of War

Ayy, ayy
Ayy

Nigga, nigga, hold on
This a motherfucking newport that I'm smokin' on
Nigga, I've been gettin' money 'fore you wrote a song
Nigga, I've been makin' millions from across the phone
Hold on, hold on, just left, Karl Malone (ayy)
Nigga hoppin' out that window 'fore bro rolled it down
Huh? Hold it– huh, what the fuck you on?
You ain't bumpin' how I'm bumpin', get the fuck from 'round
'Fore I was sixteen, I been left for stain
Nigga, I've been gettin' money like the Juiceman (ayy)
Been locked up in them chains, but still, I'm untamed, huh
That two million dollar rings on my main thang
Huh, made that to his postman but we slang 'caine
Nigga, I was broken as a child but learned to cope with pain
I was selling rocks since with Birdman and KK Done fell in love with that chopper just like Tay-K
Bang, bang, pussy nigga, better not lift your head up
Ooh-ooh, I killed up so bad and then the feds come
Oh-oh, young nigga straight up trappin' from the night to Sun
I'm ready to roll, maintaining that call, we tryna get that up
We ain't goin' in from the first to the dirt
Nigga, we gon' get it in, I don't care what you heard
That my big brother, he got money, he don't care, he gon' serve
Got me hustling all my life to the labels, done hurt

I been gettin' money, I been gettin' money
I been gettin' money, I been gettin', ayy
I been gettin' money, I been gettin' money
I been gettin' money, I been gettin' money

I come from the South, these pussy niggas say I'm country
I been gettin' money, bitch, I come straight from the concrete
Bang, bang, so you play gangster, send your ass six feet
Skrrt, skrrt, that's a brand new Range, now catch up with me I got my just like I'ma knock
Baby, I'm J Lennon, told 'em look at my garage
And I came from Chippewa street and I have that heart
Boy, you don't want no war with me, we gon' kill you and your squad
Mama used to buy me scratch-offs just as a lil' boy
All that tough shit nigga meet me at the park
All that rah rah shit, nigga, we don't play 'bout, we play games of war
Big daddy rod, pop out our house I been gettin' money, I been gettin' money

Baby, I been gettin' money, the whole world there, they saw
Baby, I don't think that's funny, you just squirted in my car
Run up on me, my
Bitch, I got the wave
I get 954 on show, mama, I'm a star
I got mentions all around that far
I got daughters and some sons, they be rich since they were born
I got some bitches like Malone
We been trappin' all night till the Sun fuckin' come
On that Xan all night havin' fun
We been hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', I show you how it's done
You cannot run, baby
Like I'm
That's a new chain and I work for it
Bro and 'em got a, nigga, so work for it
Steppin', I say no
Where you get the ticket for driving reckless? That ain't no charge
The total of four hundred and twenty-thousand dollars? She want too on
Driving like I ain't got no mind because my roof gone

I been gettin' money, I been gettin' money
I been gettin' money, I been gettin', ayy
I been gettin' money, I been gettin' money
I been gettin' money, I been gettin' money