Family Ties Flow ft. TheyCallMe50G Lyrics

I got to accept that the fact I'm a dad

I know I've been missing my past

Lately I've been feeling down, but I got myself up

And I'm not on my ass, focused on cash

Get to the paper, I trusted my money so fast

Don't carry cash

I can be focused on life, but never forget they buy shit in the past

That's how you last

Often I deliver fast and getting so furious

People be saying I'm serious, fast & the furious

Switching my gears in my life and my haters be curious

Back in the day they was hating on me

Now you catch 'em trying to call 50G

Back on YouTube, and listen to beats

Might hit your bae up and dance in the sheets

Nigga, put some respect on my name

I talk to your granny and find where you stay

Talking the truth, 'cause I don't even play

Might get a grammy and flex it like Ye

Always in traffic so get out my way

Be going home 'cause fuck minimum wage

Yeah I'ma gamble, and yeah I get paid

Never late text for a late night, Lil Wayne

Homie I'm cold, homie I'm bold

Eenie, meenie, miney, gon' take a ho

Spinning the block with 20 on fours

Bitches be looking when they see the chrome

Oh shit, can't leave her alone

Remember the time we was sexting on phones

402 and I got 531, I carry two phones for the plug and the ho's (skrt!)

Yeah I pull up so clean like I'm going to church

Young nigga ain't gangster, don't put in no work

If you drop your location I'm stepping like Durk

I call my big brother 'cause he just like Von

I'm running it up from the mud and the dirt

Niggas gon' hate when they see my new shirt

Step up to me then you gon' be on shirts

Selling out tickets, I call it my merch

Don't be in my feelings, I really be hurt

Go get a bag and see it for work

I could be Medusa, the way I pop out

When they look they get stuck

Don't look or freeze up

You don't got luck, and I don't got no love

For the people who follow the crowd like a scrub

Might jump off a cliff for a trend, y'all dumb

I'ma chase the money in the meantime

Riding with my bros, it's the cold, we gon' ride or die

And we gon' hustle till the night time

'Cause we on the grind chasing money all the damn time

I'ma chase the money in the meantime

Riding with my bros, it's the cold, we gon' ride or die

And we gon' hustle till the night time

'Cause we on the grind chasing money all the damn time

With my twin flame, you know how it go

I'm getting my pape, then we kick down your door

And we chasing the money, not chasing a ho

Been fucking up shit since 50G flow

If it's up then it's stuck, then you know that I'm getting my bucks like Giannis

On my bullshit like Rodman

Freestyle shit, no stopping

Brand new rollie I bought it

These niggas be faking, these ho's be going

And you ain't even know what we on

These niggas be faking, these niggas be hating

'Cause they bitches love my songs

I'm getting my pape, like everyday, just rapping off the top of my dome

I'm talking my shit, then fuck on your bitch

Niggas knowing that I keep the chrome

I don't trust no ho, I only fuck with Aunt Jemima

I'm sipping on the syrup, 'cause I can 'cause I don't need it

Beat the beat just like a opp you know we double team it

You know my money longer it's as tall as Kareem is

You know my wrist so icy even Stevie could see it

I'm the real deal baby girl you not dreaming

Yeah, baby girl you not dreaming

Ha

I'll fuck on your ho, then I kick down your door

Take a step back like James Harden

Smacked down just like Matt Hardy

That money is where my heart is

And you know that I keep this shit flowing

You know what we on, you know I ain't going

You know that I'm gone, I'm rapping my song

And I'm in the zone, of the top of the dome

Mix the drink with a lot of Patron

You know that I'm going around you niggas like cones

You niggas is drills to me, your hoes is feeling me

And they singing my song

Your hoe can't handle being alone, and that bitch is so unknown

She love the smell of my cologne, and all them feelings I don't condone it