Lost Songtext
von Money Man

Pressure all in my loft, steady gettin′ this shit off
At first, I was lost, then I got me some crops
She give excellent top, I got shooters who watch and alerted (G Loud')
When they aim, it′s precise and it's perfect

When I go in, she feelin' it perfect, NBA money, I need a jersey
Kickin′ shit in a penthouse that′s furnished
She came over, we fucked on the furniture
I woke up and I shot at a burglar

I be hangin' with felons and murderers
Keep my name out your mouth or we burnin′ you
Send the addy, we pull up and servin' you
XD the nine is a miniature, plottin′ on niggas, we sinister

Just sold a bag to a minister, I wanna feel on your curvature
My lil' bih from Decatur, she savage, but she pretty and keep a lil′ ratchet
Keep a weed man, just showed me his factory (G Loud')
Sippin' drank, I ain′t sippin′ no daiquiri


All this swipin' increasin′ my salary, different cities, I took this shit national
She say, "Please come and go in my vaginal", Fendi jogger, my outfit be casual
Gucci headband, but no, I'm not hoopin′, nigga push up on us, then they stupid
They ain't hip to the dawg, well, they clueless, bought a stick and I know I′ma use it

Me and my niggas on the same page, when talkin' on the phone, we use codenames
White Benz, same color cocaine, we ain't fuckin′ ′round with no lames
On my left hand, four rings, all these blues, ain't no change
Even with the money, I won′t change (G Loud')

Even with the fame, I′m humble, one way ticket into Humboldt
All these racks, need two vaults
Shout out my niggas in Duval, free all my niggas behind the wall
Wish I could burn one with all of y'all, wish y′all had no time at all
There's money out here, and I'ma find it all

I′ma go fill up this Louis duffle, four years ago, I still struggled
Now I got a sack, and I′m still hustlin', my lil′ youngin gon' kill somethin′
Heard your mixtape, I ain't feel nothin′
The streets, ain't no trust for real, need an M 'fore I sign a deal
Seen the scale, and it gave me chills (G Loud′), remember just keep it real

Pressure all in my loft, steady gettin′ this shit off
At first, I was lost, then I got me some crops
She give excellent top, I got shooters who watch and alerted
When they aim, it's precise and it′s perfect


When I go in, she feelin' it perfect, NBA money, I need a jersey
Kickin′ shit in a penthouse that's furnished
She came over, we fucked on the furniture
I woke up and I shot at a burglar

I be hangin′ with felons and murderers
Keep my name out your mouth or we burnin' you (G Loud')
Send the addy, we pull up and servin′ you
XD the nine is a miniature, plottin′ on niggas, we sinister

Just sold a bag to a minister, I wanna feel on your curvature
My lil' bih from Decatur, she savage, but she pretty and keep a lil′ ratchet
Keep a weed man, just showed me his factory
Sippin' drank, I ain′t sippin' no daiquiri

(G Loud′)