It's lit

It's lit



Uh, red cup and the wood tip

I'm just tryna clear my mind from the bullshit

I got ninety-nine problems, money ain't one

They be talkin' bad bitches but I date one

Money stackin', pistol packin', what that talk 'bout?

Bitch I'm gettin' forty bands on the walk out

Yeah I blew a little money but my bills paid

I woke up the next day and I'm still paid

I remember when I barely had a dollar on me

I remember ducking cops 'cause I got it on me

Went from plain gold chains, now I'm watered down

Now I drink to my success and that water brown



We them niggas

Always see me with the same set

We make money, we don't make threats

While they pay attention we get pay checks

When they throwing shade we just play catch



Getting money with my set now

When I'm praying is the only time my head down

Popping bottles, I'm all wet now

Told my city I won't let up, I won't let down (Brooklyn)

Chain is ocky, wrist is rocky, what that talk 'bout?

I just bagged twenty bitches on the walk out

Honestly, knowing me, I won't hit them up

And if they try to hit me up I ain't picking up

Life was a living hell, now we living well

And we drink champagne like it's ginger ale

And we stand on the couch while my song playin'

Up in VIP like we ain't got no home training



We them niggas

Always see me with the same set

We make money, we don't make threats

While they pay attention we get pay checks

When they throwing shade we just play catch



Bob Marleys and Gorilla Glue

Out in Cali, getting cloudy with my hitter Blue

Uh, you aight ma? yeah we good

And if I had to make a wish, I wish you niggas would

Put my Cartiers on for the shade throwers

At first they was fucking with us then they changed on us

And we right back popping and they back again

And these hoes back thotting and they back again

In the Yams with some Jordans, on our scooter bikes

They was claiming that they do it but don't do it right

It's not about what you got, it's 'bout who you are

'Cause we don't need foreign cars to get foreign broads



'Cause we them niggas

Always see me with the same set

We make money, we don't make threats

While they pay attention we get pay checks

When they throwing shade we just play catch



But nah for real

We really be in the Yams on them scooter bikes bro

We got the Jordans on the back of them

And all that

Then we see these niggas comin' down the strip in foreign cars

And we be laughin' 'cause

When you look inside of them

It's just niggas, no girls, niggas

Fuck outta here

We them niggas