Wit Me

[Produced by D Rich] [Hook] I’mma ball till I fall, till you haters come get me Do one for my nigga, drive the Chevy like a Bentley Speed limit a buck twenty, but he doing two fifty Top down, money up, what he screaming? Fuck with me Fuck with me, fuck with me (let’s get this money) Fuck with me, fuck with me (let’s get this money) You know I used to drive my Chevy like a Bentley If you talking bout your money my nigga fuck with me [Verse 1] Fuck with a nigga, yeah ain’t shit changed In something half a ticket, top down, switching lanes Still living sucker free, you know how I feel about lames Had to drop a few niggas, y’all ain’t feeling my pain I see envy in their eyes I see jealousy in their hearts I ain’t see em when I was hiding 8 balls in the yard Penitentiary chest, posted up in the trenches Talking with the tools, yeah the hammers and the wrenches Got the ground up, [?] when I’m in traffic Putting on a show, when you done nigga I’m clapping I mix with water with the yola, arm hammer, made a boulder You think you’re paid a lot, wait until you hear the motor [Hook] [Verse 2] Wrap it up, delta dash, Ziploc and Saran that Got one question for you, nigga where them rubber bands at? Niggas talking that rich shit, I’m tryna be wealthy Be around the spinach so that’s why I’m eating healthy Yeah we eating good, whole foods, no rice boy 32 millimeter, see it no ice boy I’m living like I’m bullet proof, Makaveli ricochet Life served me lemons nigga, so I made some lemonade All because I sold a little raw together, yeah that notebook Got these motherfuckers acting like they really know you That was 04, ain’t nothing stay the same Tunnel vision to the money longer than a train [Hook]