BURIED TREASURE ft. BG Scott Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh I don't wanna a lot
I just wanna run my money up
Get so rich, I get em' stuck
So there's nothing else for them to do but keep they mouth shut
Damn, I lied okay, one more thing, every bitch
Get a motherfuckin' gift certificate tummy tuck
Word to Oprah, word to Drizzy
Shit gon' fuck the summer up
On the move, on the road
She can't be no runner-up
Bitch, this gold, this that angel dust
Naija, baby, this shit made for us
I'm with Stef' and Rocc'
Them the only niggas that I trust
That boy on my jock, took his bitch
Nah, he can't forget, Nigga I plead the fifth
Nigga, I ride the wave, Nigga, I make him sick
Nigga, I take his grace, look how I paved the way
That nigga playin' charades watch how he saving his face
Fuck, lil shawty really doing something to me
No way, damn got me out here movin' like a rookie
I can't do it, no way, gotta keep a lookout for my dawgs in the city
Okay, them the ones that really stuck with me
But a ho gon' do it, not because I said so
She a foreign dime, lil Benz' with the Enzo
Said it four times, I'ma stunna motherfucker
Got a mouth on her, I ain't even know what she said, though
But she moving it like a snake, lil' sidewind
Lil' crazy, lot of bad bitch, my type
Lil' hatin' on the side, why you tryna act nice?
Then you keyboard fighting with the typewrite
Swear this shit my vice, think a lot might write
But I'm too damn drunk for the hindsight
Not a Mike Jack, you a Mike Ike
We out of pocket with the flows, can't bite me
Kawasaki when she rode, out of body with the float
I've been meditatin', tryna do right, geez
First day popped out with a cold flow
Day two, throwin' shots like a poll though
Day three, had em' acting so mean
Y'all ain't never gon' get new money with an old flow
Say that envy is green, but the bread ain't lean
So the color might mean what it don't show
Y'all ain't gonna touch these when they movin' light speed
Got em selling off the shelf, by the boat load
Yeah, I'm white on the field, no Romo
Give it to em' for the free, pro bono
Fuck, lil' shawty, really doing something to me
No way, damn, got me out here movin' like a rookie
I can't do it, no way, gotta keep a lookout for my dogs in the city
Okay, them the ones that really stuck with me
Let me paint the picture you ain't seen before
All that bullshit online is some mind control
Me and my mine really do this shit on the real
They just be chattin' and it really shows
Get in line if you really wanna know
Step inside if you really want the code
You decide if you really wanna go
Doin' fraud, only Lord knows, think I feel the growth
And I've been through it, so fuck all these hard times
Ya'll don't feel me, though
I gotta shawty you who made me try playing my cards on my Yu-Gi-Oh
Fuck around with us, it's a funeral
Champion shit, how it feels when I'm movin' like V12 zooming
Don't matter the whip, I suppose
She told me, baby, don't talk to these hoes
Bought her a bag and it cost me bout'
Fuck, lil' shawty, really doing something to me
No way, damn, got me out here movin' like a rookie
I can't do it, no way gotta keep a lookout for my dawgs in the city
Okay, them the ones that really stuck with me
Yeah,yeah