W.Y.B.T. Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
I don't know what y'all been told, but like Yola I gotta get me a bankroll
I can't work for nobody else but me, only I gotta say so
Do what you do everyday stack bread, stay prayed up and lay low
Ain't no stoppin' need private options and islands by Barbados
Once upon a time, it was all but a dream
Until I woke up and found out what life means
Imagination no different from sightseeing
369, I'm shiftin' all these paradigms
All I know is that you better tap in before it's too late
Price from yesterday will not be the same today
Wanna make you some money, just put it on me
I'ma ball forever like I'm the big three
The way this shit play that I need a Tony
Fuck a gatekeeper, I got my own key
Crafted out business plans by my lonely
For some reason still wanna put on my homies
It didn't happen to you, it happened for you
Life can get tricky, euphoria
Thought I had it figured out after my four-year
Degree from state, no, not Hoyer
Should've went to be a doctor or a lawyer
Swear to rap game lost worse than Sawyer
I'm hearing that shit and it's annoying
Should've kept that shit in the toilet
It's okay, NOIDEA's here
Right about now, I'll start my tenure
I don't know what y'all been told, but like Yola I gotta get me a bankroll
I can't work for nobody else but me, only I gotta say so
Do what you do everyday stack bread, stay prayed up and lay low
Ain't no stoppin' need private options and islands by Barbados
What a feeling that I'm having
Got my cash app Wall Street Trappin
Always making plays outside of rapping
They had no idea, NOIDEA could make it happen
This is my ship, I'm the captain
Whip this bitch like Popeye, I'm not average
Nigga get a cuban think he a maverick
Be the same, get it snatched off in Dallas
Count your blessings, stack bread, and be humble
Us real ones do that every morning
Every night, every day, cause we want it
Ain't forcing shit, this my persona
My greatness a asset, I own it
Ain't force fly, like I put this shit on me
I'ma walking billboard I notice
Take a pic and this shit is a bonus
I don't settle for no poor performance
Press the pedal ball harder like Okafor
Here to talk my shit, what I write verses for
Here to talk my shit, what I write verses for
I don't know what y'all been told, but like Yola I gotta get me a bankroll
I can't work for nobody else but me, only I gotta say so
Do what you do everyday stack bread, stay prayed up and lay low
Ain't no stoppin' need private options and islands by Barbados