Take Off, Pt. 3 Lyrics

I don't even want no fucking fame I just want money not a bitch

Watch me get up to the top bitch I been staying out the mix

Niggas hating I don't give a fuck bout that so eat my dick

Yo bitch a groupie seen me pull up with the gang she want a pic

Watch me take off

The money stack up high we can go rack for rack

Niggas try to get up in they bag and fumble back to back

That nigga too broke try running up so he been selling crack

Nigga steady speaking on us lil bitch you better not lack

One, two, three, four bands on a Gucci scarf

I got 21 bitches I feel like a savage now

Up the blick and aim it at his ribs that shit sound stupid loud

Hoe was cheating on her nigga tried to cuff all I could say was wow

I ain't cuffing on no hoe stupid bitch

We ain't talkin we ain't dating why you blowing up my phone stupid bitch

You a side hoe you ain't a main one

It's really crazy that you think I'll give a fuck if you leave

I been running up the bag been getting digits

You been flexing that lil bankroll nigga that ain't nun to me

You ain't up a hundred K don't try to talk to me

You better tie your laces if you every try to step up to me

My shooters aim with accuracy

I flew out she like finally

I dubbed that bitch then moved on to her friend think she was Japanese

I had to take off 3 times 'cause boy who stopping me

Like why the fuck these niggas keep on dissing y'all ain't tired of me

Look at myself I'm making fucking money bitch I'm proud of me

Nigga u broke and u faking but bitch that's okay

Drop yo tag I'll give u 50 that'll make your fucking day

Hoe was bad but I ain't hitting that bitch raw nigga u crazy

Bitch we sending all them shots to your shit like Ukraine

I could drop a 20 ball and your ass won't spend a thing

That boy a hoe try to reach for my shit now you a pendant

Hit the mall and spent the whole 20 racks ain't leave a penny

Audemar Audemar iced out Piguete

We might have the same chain but my shit is baguettes

I don't even know my lyrics I jus rap and forget

I know you hear me talking money on this shit bitch is you death

Want a feature it ain't free you automatically in dept

That bitch done told me she a freak I told that bitch to get in depth

You niggas broke y'all trying to hate boy that shit dead leave it to rest

Back to back suburbans on the E-way bitch y'all know the rest