Hey, you wanna get in the car, you gotta come on right now
I ain't got no time to wait
It's just the way that we was brought up
It's just the way that we was brought up
A million ways to stack a dollar
Teach us, teach, but OG's tired of us
We up next
I'm FYB, I got it playing mindset
Don't pick up if I call ya
Hang with a baller
Make you feel like a star
Know where my * tannin'
My * tannin'
It's so dark, you can't see who in it
Cause I got you so lost, you can't see who in it
I just spend it back in Atlanta
I want a new Louis bag
I want a new Gucci bag
I just got me a new bitch
She make me feel like the man
I was the kid with the plan
New idea, we had them bands
I'm in the cat on no damn
These niggas dig what I'm sayin'
We were posted on the east
Gotta get it out the mud
Niggas stuck in a trap
Got no trouble to adapt
OG got me in the car
Gave us all the game
Said we had to work the game
With my niggas, I relate
Started forming up the game
Bitches never came between
Society turned into a menace
Gotta get it how you live
Niggas out here livin' lawless
Tryna keep up with the ballers
Listen to what mama taught us
It was just how we were balled up
It's just the way that we was brought up
KT and Chase take all the phones from the bitch
A million ways to stack a dollar
What?
Lil' Ryan, yeah, he still encrypted
Got a name, been in a trade, he's trippin'
Don't you talk to us
OG, we up next
I'm FYB, I got the bank, Mike says
Don't pick up if I call ya
Hang with a baller
Make you feel like a stalker
The way I came up, I was taught to come up
And love with the money, I wanted them bucks
7-Eleven, I throw in the book
It came to the game where the nigga got plucked
Scamming these bitches, they ran out of luck
Smoking these weed till a nigga get stuck
We came from the struggle, we don't give no *
They on my nine and you know they just tough
Pull up with some bitches in the back
Like a cop, cop
But I don't * with 12, I don't do that
I know robbers, pussy niggas, better watch your back
Get my plug, need an Oscar
Cause I'm told he had that ass
I can't try these bitches
Cause I know that you want that sack
But one told me I'm reeling
That with all the niggas, like I think I love her
I love her like my brothers
The only thing is that I * her
Probably won't love another
It's just the way that we was brought up
You gotta listen, I love you
Spend your fuckin' money till I die
A million ways to stack a dollar
Listen, I do something
Every day that I come across and find
Teachers teach, bro, she taught us
We up next
I'm FYB, I got it playing my ***
Don't pick up if I call ya
Hang with a baller
Make you feel like a stalker
Long time coming, wait me when the phone start coming
Like a drone, I'm floating over these niggas on top
On the ground, I'm on the ground
FYB, whole lot of money
Lookin' like we stole all the money
Lookin' like we robbed a fuckin' bank
It won't be cold this summer
Unless you talkin' bout my ice, though
Bad bitch a new prophet
If we describe it, how my night go
Straight jacket, I'm feelin' myself like Psycho
And I know this ain't no confession
Let's be honest and in microphone
I tell my story, yeah, my life told
I'm from the hood, they might jack some
Like Michael
My diamonds shinin' like a light show
My 40-inch of me like Michael
Like Geico
FRB me and this ain't no tape, but
It's just the way that we was brought up
You gotta go hustle
A million ways to stack a dollar
Gotta do somethin'
Teachers teach, but OG's taught us
Be up next
I'm FYB, I got it playing my ***
Don't pick up if I call ya
Hang with a baller
Make you feel like a stalker
Mr. Smith