THINKING Lyrics

When that bag came in, I felt motivated

Gotta stay in your own lane, a lot of niggas hating

I learned a lot to be a boss and all the shit it came with

You gotta wake up early morning to go out and chase it

I got my mind on this money, huh, nigga

I really die bout this money, nigga, huh Gotta put in time for that money

I know niggas who gon' slide for that money

Yeah every time I find love, seem to fly away

I realize they come around cause you getting paid

That's why I don't fuck with niggas who be double-faced

I cut all my bitches off and said I need a break

Just tell me, do you really love me? I need a bitch who gon' hold it down for me

I did a lot for niggas, I hope they ride out, and crash for me

And if they play with us, I put a bag on them, honestly

I'm my own nigga, I try to stay away from wannabes, huh

Tell me how you living?

I like pretty girls, ben flipping in a party, bunch of bad bitches

I'ma getting money ass nigga

I ain't never give a fuck about no speed This a fast car, I'll do the dash in it, skrt skrt

I fuck bitches who ain't average

I'm the man in my hood, when I pop, It be mad lit

In the trap, made it backflip

Stack them 20, 50, hundreds to the top until you mad rich

I got love up in my city

And if you play with us, I'll tell lil' brodie shoot it till it's empty

A lot of killers rolling with me

If you roll with me, I've been working, trying to put on for my niggas

When that bag came in, I felt motivated

Gotta stay in your own lane, a lot of niggas hating

I learned a lot to be a boss and all this

shit it came with

You gotta wake up early morning to go out and chase it

I got my mind on this money, huh, nigga

I really die bout this money, nigga Gotta put in time for that money

I know niggas who gon' slide for that money, nigga