This is a song by the name of
Sitch Naked and Straight Cook, the motherfucker
Rap, sound
Soon as you get money, all these niggas say you changed
Niggas way back then said they won't smoke, won't do a thing
Never said I was gangsta, but the infinite dude got range
Not a nigga that I used to be, can't lie to you, * changed
Throw on some ring, I throw on some flake, but them bitches be watching
Get to the money, that's all I can do, but don't hate on me, clack
Look at my pockets, you see they dignaut it, you know I'ma tap it
Funk on the baddest, she bouncing all on it, I call it hydraulics
Business is business, I do what I did, just to make me a private
Hating that nigga, you goofy, that nigga, you know you should stop it
A to my grandma and A to my grandma, I ain't got no watch
100's in blue, yeah, R.I.P. New, shout out to Slouchy
I get the bag, I'ma farm it
You know I'm done with that homie *
I'm feeling blessed, I'm in the mood
You niggas callin' it confident
Riding on 20, I'm blowin', I'm stickin'
I'm thinkin' bout all my accomplishments
You niggas flawed, no, you ain't *
I keep the sauce like a condiment
Talkin' to Radar, I'm under it
They know they count, got the summer lit
Rappers, my kids, I be sunnin' it
Roll me a blunt, drop another hit
The pain in my eyes won't leave, I swear to this permanent
The demons I'm fightin' ain't permanent
I swear to God that I'm fortunate
Let's go, let's go
Soon as you get money, all these niggas
Say you changed
Niggas way back then said
Won't smoke, won't do a thing
Never said I was gangsta, but that infinite dude got range
Not a nigga that I used to be
Can't lie to you, * changed
Throw on some ring, I throw on some flavor
Them bitches be rushin', yeah
Get to the money, that's all I can do
But them haters be clockin', yeah
Look at my pockets, you see they dig not it
You know I'ma top it, yeah
Funk on the bed, this * bouncin' all on it
I call it hydraulics, yeah
Business is business, I do what I do
They just make me a private, yeah
I ain't that nigga, you goofy
That nigga, you know you should stop it, yeah
A to my grandma and A to my grandma
Ain't got no wash, yeah
Hunnits in blue, the R.I.P. no
Shout out to slouches, yeah
Shout out to slouches, yeah, yeah
Cush got me coughin', yeah, yeah
I lead the way, I set the trends
I do it all, yeah, yeah
Go on some jerk, yeah, yeah
Big niggas skrrt, yeah, yeah
Niggas don't know though, I be movin' dolo
I shoot like Missouri, yeah
Keep it up, man, you niggas ain't with me
You just stick around for the money
Buy a chalene and let her go
I show off and I look French on her home
But back to the story, I'm back in my bag
From good to great, from good to great
Put in the time and I done seen niggas turn love to hate
Soon as you get money out, these niggas say you changed
Niggas way back then said, well, smoke off
Never said, oh, thanks, but I never think you got ranked
Not a nigga that I used to be
Can't lie to you, * changed