Share It ft. Hariroc Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Ah man, Ah man
What, what's going on? Like what, what's going on?
We got on black masks, spin in suburbans Niggas is broke and they pockets is hurting
I'm on my own wave and I've been surfing
I need a spot of my own, I've been working
What I want in the store, I could get it
To the money, I'm really committed
When you get money, you make the decisions
When you get money, you make the decisions
I'm in that mode tryna get to a million
You didn't see all the things that I seen You cannot say I can't feel how I'm feeling
I hate when people be telling me stuff
Keep all the gossip, I don't wanna hear it
You cannot tell me that I wasn't caring cause when I hit plays I would call you and share it
He didn't do shit for none of his gang I cannot have him around me, he don't got no merit
I'm on the highway, she sucking, I'm staring I feel like the man when I look in the mirror
She think I'm worried bout shit she be doing I'm not even mad, nah, I don't even care
I hit the trap and I get it gone and spend on shit that I don't even wear
He really think that he fucking with me he ain't fucking with me, he ain't fucking with none
I'm in my room, I know I'm the man I feel like a boss, allocating these funds
He on the net, that boy tryna text I see him in person, I bet you he run
Slide for my bros and not for the hoes If my brother need it, I'm getting it done
You are not getting no bread, gotta stop it
You ain't gonna do nothing, so why would you pop it
Brand new Glock, got a stick or a drum So why do he think that we out here boxing
I already know that she fucking these niggas So I do not know why she think that we locked in
I do not know why she think that she top 10
Wit Hari Roc in the stu and we rocking
I really hate it when people move funny I'm all in her crib and I'm rolling the Yummies
Dat bit she saying she really just love me I'm all in her guts, yeah, I'm all in her tummy
Every time I go and put on Dior I be thinking like damn, I was broke, I was bummy
I do not know why he talking about money that nigga he broke, he do not leave the country
When you get money, you make the decisions
I'm in that mode tryna get to a million
You didn't see all the things that I seen You cannot say I can't feel how I'm feeling
I hate when people be telling me stuff
Keep all the gossip, I don't wanna hear it
You cannot tell me that I wasn't caring cause when I hit plays I would call you and share it
When you get money, you make the decisions
I'm in that mode tryna get to a million
You didn't see all the things that I seen You cannot say I can't feel how I'm feeling
I hate when people be telling me stuff
Keep all the gossip, I don't wanna hear it
You cannot tell me that I wasn't caring cause when I hit plays I would call you and share it
Yeah, I know it hurt but trust me, it's okay to be alone
Not me though, I love my bitch and I can't leave that girl alone
I was tryna spin the block, I wasn't tryna make a song
Had to cut that nigga off cause I don't know what time he on
On that highway, dozing off like I can't get this high again
I can't settle with no loss, I get back up and try again
On that burner, check his story, get the lo and slide on him
Try to play, we fry him up like oil on a frying pan
She like, boy, you handsome I'm like, girl, you bad, I'm the fan
You could go and tell the world, AJ Swimmy, he your man
I was tryna get my money up, was tryna get them bands
Glah BKM 3OE