Lyrics
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Verse 1
Okay, I'm the band man 'round my way, lil' bitch
Seven figures, so lawyer got the case dismissed
I ain't never by myself, I'm at least thirty deep
SS Impala, Tyrese waist-deep
Yeah, he finished school, but he don't got street smarts
I ain't tryna leave a nigga lost, I teached 'em
All them together, plus some more can't beat me
I be puttin' 'em on the money when it don't make me none
I watched Nate dog take thirty years on thе plea
Niggas talk 'bout me, niggas talked bout Jеsus
442 fish tailing up Cleveland
Old-school BM-dub with the gold D's
Audemars Piguet, baby, these my trophies
Have the time of my life with some shit then ghost her
All baby blue Range, I'm good on your mood swing
The chopper got woodgrain, you play, you get stained up
Yeah, [Gee need me ?][0:48], and the don got it goin'
Shawty half-naked, she got everything showin'
I be blowin' money fast like Jeezy them
One band, one sound, we ain't doin' no tellin'
Dark skin, thicked up, look like Kisha off of Belly
She got crocodile tears, give the bitch croc' Kelly
Heard your boyfriend be buyin' you knockoffs
Gon' love it over here, I'm a real big dog
Chorus
Never, ever, ever, I ain't goin' (I ain't goin)
Never, ever, ever, I ain't goin' (I ain't goin')
Why you in my business, what you doin'? (What you doin', nigga?)
Why you in my business, what you doin'? (What you doin', nigga?)
In Abu Dhabi, chillin' with some fine shit (Fine shit)
They like how I'm talkin', I'm the vibe, yeah (I'm the vibe)
Tell me they surviving off of promo (Off of promo)
But they doin' somethin' on the side, I don't mind
Verse 2
Plan ahead, I don't live in the moment (Nope)
Bought a horse for her, she really wanted one
Grab the back of her head and keep goin' (Keep goin')
On some gangster shit, make her cry a bit
Middle of the dope hole, I was born there
Hiding crack somewhere close to my bus stop
Runnin' 'round in the streets 'fore the sun come up ('Fore the sun)
I fell back, but I ain't put my guns up
Money comin', I look like a drug lord
I don't gotta pay for her pussy, I'm good for it
I done made it, I come out the sewer, cuz
Metal door on the spot, it got ten locks
Need a billion or two, I got big dreams
I get clean on a bitch like I'm Listerine
Half a ticket, I charge for a sixteen
Out in Asia, we rockin' the big jeans
I'm big bro to some niggas who older
I put her legs in the lock like she Jody mama
I get soccer money, boy, I'm goated
Her lil' boyfriend been tryna play goalie
In a 'Rari cuttin' up, got the motor did
Got some model shit with me, Cambodian
Play with bands like an HBCU
Play with sticks like I came off of Drumline
Chorus
Never, ever, ever, I ain't goin' (I ain't goin)
Never, ever, ever, I ain't goin' (I ain't goin')
Why you in my business, what you doin'? (What you doin', nigga?)
Why you in my business, what you doin'? (What you doin', nigga?)
In Abu Dhabi, chillin' with some fine shit (Fine shit)
They like how I'm talkin', I'm the vibe, yeah (I'm the vibe)
Tell me they surviving off of promo (Off of promo)
But they doin' somethin' on the side, I don't mind
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