Savage

I'm back up in this bitch Like I went to my car or summ These niggas all on my back Like don't you ever get tired of frontin'? These hoes all on my sack But fuck that I ain't tryna cuff 'em No time for lovin', I be tryna plug 'em And these hoes come a dime a dozen Pay no mind to they're nonsense Money clouding my conscience Round tables with bosses Talking billion dollars in profits, look! I'm working hard for whats mine There a fire burning my eyes And I'm progressing so fast Like theres a turbo charge in my drive You see my top back, and my tank full Success in my GPS, got the composite in my CD deck With my classy chick, and she speaking french Spoiled Green is how we keep it fresh If you ain't heard, my team the best Cause the hustle's so official It's all I've known since I was little, uh! My pops introduced me to a taste of wealth And he's a motherfuckin boss, man he pays himself He said look at all the things you can make yourself If you really want it, go and get it. never wait for help So i'm bout to take the belt from right under y'all noses Cause I've been on my job while y'all been instragramming and posing Got that God flow, I'm so chosen And if money talks, I'm well spoken Matter fact there's money on my line I'll call you back in the mornin', gone! *Kaysie Q Singing* Hook You may think that we ain't working hard But we're always on our job On our job, on our job If you think that you can touch our squad Well guess what? you've got it wrong No not at all, not at all See I've got to have it, talking bout that lavish life And I'ma be a savage, until my stacks is right See I've got to have it, talking bout that lavish life And I'ma be a savage, until my stacks is right Verse 2: Ben Billionaire Got money all on my mind I'm tryna escape from this mindstate Express my life in these rhymes Flow divine, need a golden gate Swear they love to hate when you gettin' cake And you all up on your grind Cause real niggas is hard to find Tryna push a Bugatti cause I've got that drive And I'm hustlin all the time Tryna feed my fam, complete the man I ain't never gonna push on E again My tanks full and my stacks right If shorty wanna ride she gotta act right Roll me up, pass flight 30, 000 feet up, that's how I'm tryna have my cheese up Lookin' down on niggas cause my team is up The Composite, Spoiled Green Next thing you know we're touring Cause the hustle is so enormous uhhh! And I've been thinking about a billion dollars Tryna make my money flip like Gabby Douglas (we're) the revolution man, so they can't stop us Cause we're on the grind Uh, uh, uh we're on the grind! They credit cardin' they watches, they can't afford the time My team is too damned strong like we're fortified Tryna push foreign rides, telly parties with foreign dimes Ambition on overdrive And i'm set to blow cause I'm overtime ha! Thats how we're tryna get it in Spoiled Green, The Composite Telling y'all we bout to win Thats how we're tryna get it in Spoiled Green, The Composite Telling y'all we bout to win Hook x2