Die bout it

作曲：J.Mag

作词：J.Mag

Yeah

Yeah yeah

Ay

Look

I'mma die bout this ***

I just told lil bro that we gonna die getting rich

I can't trust these *** they trynna put me in a ditch

I can't trust these h*es they trynna set me up and ***

Getting money like I'm Mitch

*** I'mma die bout it

All this money all this green

I'mma die bout it

Pull up stuntin' on the scene

Yeah I'mma die bout it

I been putting so much work

She saw this money now she flirt

We done made it out the dirt

*** I'mma die bout it

All this money all this green

I'mma die bout it

Pull up stuntin' on the scene

Yeah I'mma die bout it

I been putting so much work

She saw this money now she flirt

We done made it out the dirt

Yeah die bout it

Ay

Couple of racks in my pocket

Stop flexing like you got it

Broke *** just stop it

It done toke us a long time

Now we out here chillin' in the tropics

If I like it I cop it Versace all on my boxers

All these *** like what up

All these *** like what up

In the stu till the sun come up

I'm drippin' feeling like Wunna

I'm counting cash 20k in that Louis bag

20 h*es ain't texting back shoutout to my *** fans

Can't believe that I made it out

This the type of **** that you read about

These the type of h*es that you dream about

You never went shopping with this amount

I put that **** on for all the *** I been through

This *** is hard not simple

Gotta hustle cause the *** rent due

*** I'mma die bout it

All this money all this green

I'mma die bout it

Pull up stuntin' on the scene

Yeah I'mma die bout it

I been putting so much work

She saw this money now she flirt

We done made it out the dirt

*** I'mma die bout it

All this money all this green

I'mma die bout it

Pull up stuntin' on the scene

Yeah I'mma die bout it

I been putting so much work

She saw this money now she flirt

We done made it out the dirt

Yeah die bout it

Look

Independent never signed a deal yeah

Give a *** how you feel yeah

All these rappers I done killed yeah

Rich ** pay the bill yeah

I done toke hella losses

Fake friends I don't want em

All these labels keep on calling

*** your deal I don't want it

From the bottom I been him

All these rappers trynna be him

John Cena you can't see him

Finna pull up in that demon

And cause a ruckus

Rich *** need a butler you a *** *** you a ***

I'mma *** yo *** with no rubber

I'mma god on earth

God on earth

No I'm not Lil Uzi *** I put god first

Only *** on w**d *** I don't do percs

Made it out the trap got rich off rap

All I rap about is facts

I'mma die bout this ***

I just told lil bro that we gonna die getting rich

I can't trust these *** they trynna put me in a ditch

I can't trust these h*es they trynna set me up and ***

Getting money like I'm Mitch

*** I'mma die bout it

All this money all this green

I'mma die bout it

Pull up stuntin' on the scene

Yeah I'mma die bout it

I been putting so much work

She saw this money now she flirt

We done made it out the dirt

*** I'mma die bout it

All this money all this green

I'mma die bout it

Pull up stuntin' on the scene

Yeah I'mma die bout it

I been putting so much work

She saw this money now she flirt

We done made it out the dirt

Yeah die bout it