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Lyricist: Fetty Wap
Lyrics:
Mmm, yeah (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) Ayy
I woke up, checked my bank account, I knew shit was good I got so much shit I think about, that's why I keep these 'Woods My own family tryna push me out, keep me out the hood They say, 'Boy, you're dancing with the devil, shit won't end up good' I'm like, 'Shit, I'd rather go out here than anywhere in the world' Give my masters and my royalties to my boys and baby girl They like, 'How my Daddy spoil me? He ain't even on this earth' All my kids gon' be rich as fuck before I hit the dirt I woke up, checked my bank account, I knew shit was good I got so much shit I think about, that's why I keep these 'Woods My own family tryna push me out, keep me out the hood They say, 'Boy, you're dancing with the devil, shit won't end up good' I'm like, 'Shit, I'd rather go out here than anywhere in the world' Give my masters and my royalties to my boys and baby girl They like, 'How my Daddy spoil me? He ain't even on this earth' All my kids gon' be rich as fuck before I hit the dirt (Yeah, ayy, yeah, baby) I get money with some real niggas, that's why I keep my word I don't really trust this rap shit, that's why I keep some birds Got some youngins that gon' go for me, so I moved them to the 'burbs Drop that work off on the first, spin back through the twenty-third I got so many believe in me, that's why I keep it going I'm like, 'Money don't just grow on trees, I gotta keep it flowing' Bitch, I grew up in poverty, I swear I won't go back to it I was blessed with a gift to grab a pot and get straight to it This who I am, bitch, I don't try to be, this shit just in my blood If you grew up on the side with me, then you grew up a thug I can't even let you slide with me if you ain't put in work I'ma go and rep 280, 22nd, 23rd (Ayy, yeah, baby)
I woke up, checked my bank account, I knew shit was good I got so much shit I think about, that's why I keep these 'Woods My own family tryna push me out, keep me out the hood They say, 'Boy, you're dancing with the devil, shit won't end up good' I'm like, 'Shit, I'd rather go out here than anywhere in the world' Give my masters and my royalties to my boys and baby girl They like, 'How my Daddy spoil me? He ain't even on this earth' All my kids gon' be rich as fuck before I hit the dirt (Ayy) I woke up, checked my bank account, I knew shit was good I got so much shit I think about, that's why I keep these 'Woods My own family tryna push me out, keep me out the hood They say, 'Boy, you're dancing with the devil, shit won't end up good' I'm like, 'Shit, I'd rather go out here than anywhere in the world' Give my masters and my royalties to my boys and baby girl They like, 'How my Daddy spoil me? He ain't even on this earth' All my kids gon' be rich as fuck before I hit the dirt (Yeah, baby)
[Outro] Ooh, yeah, baby Ooh Ooh Yeah, baby Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh
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