Precaution ft. Cyno Tha Chef & Edima Lyrics

Boy Dreezy, Go

Let's make the money hit the ceiling

Ain't worried about you, mehn fuck your feelings

Let's make the money hit the ceiling

Ain't worried about you, mehn fuck your feelings

Some niggas talk about money, some niggas talk about clothes

Some niggas talk about bitches some niggas talk about ho's

And I'm too worried about this music I'm too worried about goals and if you ever catch Me sleeping that just means that I'm cold

I mean how could you not love me with all this truth that I told

And if she ever fuck around, that kind of shit can't condone

I'll go get this money, chase this money, make this money, spray this money, spend this Hunnids, your new bitch be dancing right on my bone

I just gave out couple dollars for a chick'n

I want everybody out before I check in

Mehn I'm cheeky with the flows, prudent with the dough, I'm too good with the D, she Call me deacon

This part of my life might interest you, I'm never telling shit and Ion mean to offend you

I'm steady dropping shit, and ion use the rest room

Watch the way you dress cos that's the way they address you young man

I just left the bank, I was asked to wait

My accountant, never mind, you cannot relate

You'll never catch me in the club, it's against the faith

How we gon push this Music? Uhm, Let's leave it all to fate

I know God is the greatest, he lives in me I'm the greatest

My flows your best rappers favorite

I do this all for the paycheck

I really don't care if I'm famous

It's like a dick in your anus

Read all my verses if you really wanna learn how to stay tough

It means I'm gone

Yeah, uh, Rapid Combustion, if you ain't combusting, you're convulsing nigga

Sometimes, people tend to get lost in the process of going through the struggles of life

Or prolly finding themselves in the middle of an ocean

And instead of them to stay afloat, they get to drown

This is just a reminder that you should believe in yourself no matter the situation

There's always a way out

Find your inner self, listen to your spirit

Aye

Relax your mind, uhh

Started from the bottom bro let's get to talk about it

Married to the hustle and my dad know nothing about it

I'm tryna get the money niggas like they know about it

So I always go sick you really think I need a medic

Can't be having cloth talk with naked people

Shoulder always up you can blame it on the ego

I'm an hypocrite that's why I keep it fifty like I'm figo

Niggas wanna rap but all they do is bark like bingos

Gringos

Hit a bitch once the next thing she started stalling

30 missed calls mehn that shit was so appalling

She wanna be the main chick but baby I was joking

And I'm grateful for the big ass bitches that I been fucking uh

I go harder that erection or recessions

Take my blunts alone no rotation cuz I'm selfish

You say you got the flows like the ocean

You made a loose from gift cards what a redemption fuck

Now it's money over anything and everything

I'm tryna stay pretty fly, flyer than John f Kennedy

Niggas go up but still come down they like javelins

I'm always on the grind And I never listen to wannabes

I remember growing up without a set up

Hit up real Benny then we talked about the come up

Work for a blow up

Sundown to sun up

Then we had to do this just to make these haters shut up

Shut the fuck up