Taj Money Yeah YSL See I got a couple niggas on the road (road) And some in the trap I got a couple niggas on the go I got a couple bitches on my back None of my niggas, they ain't ever told (told) And yeah that's a fact None of my niggas, they ain't ever fold Shots for my niggas never coming back Shots for my niggas never coming back (back) And yeah that's a fact None of my niggas, they ain't ever told That ain't my woadie, it a boy rack I got a couple niggas on the road (road) And some in the trap I got a couple niggas on the go Shots for my niggas never coming back See I heard a couple niggas try to line me And you know the rest New baby Nina dripping on my body See you could get stretched You gettin' money, I couldn't care less Got some honey's turned into a finesse Don't make me make the bulldog fetch ya Purple tips make you itch on a stretcher Hit your momma house, know you got the message Lucky you're jealousy would've been reckless Raid the condo, draggin' me by my necklace I don't get tired, lil' nigga, I be restless I was trappin', eating noodles for breakfast Took a loss and bounced it back like a checker Police took a couple sticks last summer We was glizzy, le buteur so Texas Some niggas still ten toes in these streets Still get you anything for the cheap Young and connected like the letter V Name a youngin's been more realer than me I just put some gold all over my teeth Giuseppe steppin' how we roll in the streets Hit a new stage at age of fourteen My nigga just hit a stain last week I put the nina to a nigga cheek (shh) The nigga don't speak Bro, I was broke, ain't had nothin to eat You in the streets then you know how it be Some say I'm sayin' too much when I rap But I ain't never said a name in my track I told that nigga I'm only speaking facts And uh, and that's on the trap See I got a couple niggas on the road (road) And some in the trap I got a couple niggas on the go I got a couple bitches on my back None of my niggas, they ain't ever told (told) And yeah that's a fact None of my niggas, they ain't ever fold Shots for my niggas never coming back Shots for my niggas never coming back (back) And yeah that's a fact None of my niggas, they ain't ever told That ain't my woadie, it a boy rack I got a couple niggas on the road (road) I got a couple niggas in the trap I got a couple niggas on the go Shots for my niggas never coming back See I ain't have to scheme Taliban be on my team I know some twins that will hit you with these Tallup, Tallup, Tallup, split you in piece Osama twin llama, choppa siamese Lookin' for me pack me up in the B's Lemons grip up on my bitch when I squeeze I know some kids who do hits for some trees Smoke a top and turn an opp into weed Word to my chain, heard my city in gold My bitches solid then they know that I'm told My niggas solid, they are hard as a brick Yeah I'm talking 'bout a plus 36 Word to my chain, heard my city in gold My bitches solid, then they know that I'm told My niggas solid, they are hard as a brick Yeah, I'm talking 'bout a plus 36 See I got a couple niggas on the road (road) And some in the trap I got a couple niggas on the go I got a couple bitches on my back None of my niggas, they ain't ever told (told) And yeah that's a fact None of my niggas, they ain't ever fold Shots for my niggas never coming back Shots for my niggas never coming back (back) And yeah that's a fact None of my niggas, they ain't ever told That ain't my woadie, it a boy rack I got a couple niggas on the road (road) I got a couple niggas in the trap I got a couple niggas on the go Shots for my niggas never coming back, woah

Change, don't change (don't change) I want you just the way you are (just the way you...) Don't ever change Honey, I'm begging you (please stay) Won't you please... Yeah, uh, yeah (don't ever change) If you my shorty, you my shorty till the end, no switchin' lanes, uh (Make sure you don't ever change) See from them bandos to them planes They down, you do the same dawg, yeah (don't ever change) 'Cause if another one of my shorties play that game I'll go insane dawg (make sure you don't ever change) You know I love you just the way you are (uh) She wanna dress to the nine and sex all the time She wanna brag that I'm her man, tag me on the 'gram She wanna get on my nerves better than Spurs She wanna get rude on the phone, spoon when I'm home She want a couple racks so she can spend it on shoes She wanna pick up her ratchet friends in my Porsche She wanna check all my texts, threaten my ex's She wants bags from Chanel, she wanna travel the world She wanna lock me down, she wanna boss me around She wanna play-fight with me on a late night She wanna type my name and act insane, uh She wanna ignore me but she watchin' my stories She like "I know you're a rapper but when do you rap? And you never use a card, always spendin' these stacks" (don't worry 'bout it) How could somethin' so good be so bad for me? She love me then the next minute, she mad at me (Just make sure you don't change, don't ever change) If you my shorty, you my shorty till the end, no switchin' lanes, uh (Make sure you don't ever change) See from them bandos to them planes They down, you do the same dawg, yeah (Don't ever change) 'Cause if another one of my shorties Play that game, I'll go insane dawg (Make sure you don't ever change) You know I love you just the way you are You know I love you just the way you are, girl, you a star Money taller than The Shard, you really settin' the bar The Bentley was push to start, yeah, I did it Buy Balenciaga while abroad, yeah, I did it See, I was overseas, I was thinkin' 'bout you She in love with Louis V and she in love with me too But this here love reside up in the game My trust just ain't the same you see But I would never change and no, my mind would never change, ah Yeah (don't ever change) If you my shorty, you my shorty till the end, no switchin' lanes, uh (Make sure you don't ever change) See from them bandos to them planes They down, you do the same dawg, yeah (don't ever change) 'Cause if another one of my shorties play that game I'll go insane dawg (make sure you don't ever change) You know I love you just the way you are, ahh, yeah

Hahahaha, The Young Nav Michael These niggas claim that they fuck with me (no) Look young and paid with these stacks on me I never used to get it, came up off road So I had to get it on my own Oh shit, run a cheque, yeah Oh shit, it's a flex, yeah Is it the Rollie or the Patek? Nah I need more diamonds on my neck, yeah "Nines, how you still flippin' haze?" I ain't grinding, this shit sells itself like my triple A's All this weed, we ain't runnin' out of flavours Their re-up's in the post and mine's is coming in containers, uh I was gonna bring him in, help him do a grow Coulda been in crop circle on our UFO My little nigga lost a nina, that ain't a loss to Nina Fam, I had a hundred birds stuck in Costa Rica I just copped a thousand rounds for the Glock Can't find your yard? I'll spray up every house on your block It ain't back, fam, these packs got me up, the gamble on Accumulators, I do bets on the back of a truck, uh Them pagans are broke, Ice City's wavier Told the jeweller "Flood the ring like Wrestlemania" You wanna hear somethin' crazier? My nigga made 900K off a brick in Australia These niggas claim that they fuck with me (no) Look young and paid with these stacks on me I never used to get it, came up off road So I had to get it on my own Oh shit, run a cheque, yeah Oh shit, it's a flex, yeah Is it the Rollie or the Patek? Nah I need more diamonds on my neck, yeah See, no more Rollie, gold Patek, yeah-yeah-yeah Fuck the fame, I came for respect, yeah-yeah-yeah I don't need nobody say I'm next, nah See, I get love up in the East, up in the West though No love for these fed hoes I'm just tryna touch all this paper like I'm on nest though I don't give a fuck 'bout no hater, that's what this vest for She say that she love me, XOXO But she can't even hug me, I'm so special I try to leave but I can't let go Somethin' bout these streets got it feelin' like my next home These fedarales got me switchin' to my next phone I can't love no more, word to my ex hoe I don't do the club, oh no, tryna invest more See, my nigga got the G2C, it got the red glow I just sold the next two keys right off this Encro Yo' shit sells slow, my shit Tesco (yeah, yeah) These niggas claim that they fuck with me (no) Look young and paid with these stacks on me I never used to get it, came up off road So I had to get it on my own Oh shit, run a cheque, yeah Oh shit, it's a flex, yeah Is it the Rollie or the Patek? Nah I need more diamonds on my neck, yeah (yeah-yeah-yeah)