I Made It Songtext
von Rich Homie Quan
I Made It Songtext
I got spice and they boom,
I want nothin′ and they know this
I got guns, I got hoes, all my patna know I luv em
Some em got spite, they got roaches,
Cuz they still in the trenches
And despite we got roaches,
So I don't get offended
All this money I been chasin′,
All this money I been makin'
I can't stop, I won′t stop,
I′m the muthafuckin' greatest
I can′t stop, I won't stop,
Till my fuckin′ dyin' day
Yeah, I made it,
Yeah I made it, yeah I made it
Yeah, I made it,
Yeah I made it, yeah I made it
Yeah, I made it
()
I made it, yeah, did it,
I took one this is real
I made it, went Brazee,
Pharmaceutic and he really
They hate I made it so I send back featurin′
These bullets
You can get it at yo head like a fuckin'
Hoodie
I got bad foreign bitches,
They stay like em bullets
I might leave his head hot,
I might fuckin' skill it
Then put money on his ass like a fuckin′ skelly
My bunch luv me, my cunch luv me,
Play with me like I′m a game of rugby
They case with me like I'm a fuckin′ ration
()
I got spice and they boom,
I want nothin' and they know this
I got guns, I got hoes,
All my patna know I luv em
Some em got spite, they got roaches,
Cuz they still in the trenches
And despite we got roaches,
So I don′t get offended
All this money I been chasin',
All this money I been makin′
I can't stop, I won't stop,
I′m the muthafuckin′ greatest
I can't stop, I won′t stop,
Till my fuckin' dyin′ day
Yeah, I made it,
Yeah I made it, yeah I made it
Yeah, I made it, yeah I made it, yeah I made it
Yeah, I made it
END
I want nothin′ and they know this
I got guns, I got hoes, all my patna know I luv em
Some em got spite, they got roaches,
Cuz they still in the trenches
And despite we got roaches,
So I don't get offended
All this money I been chasin′,
All this money I been makin'
I can't stop, I won′t stop,
I′m the muthafuckin' greatest
I can′t stop, I won't stop,
Till my fuckin′ dyin' day
Yeah, I made it,
Yeah I made it, yeah I made it
Yeah, I made it,
Yeah I made it, yeah I made it
Yeah, I made it
()
I made it, yeah, did it,
I took one this is real
I made it, went Brazee,
Pharmaceutic and he really
They hate I made it so I send back featurin′
These bullets
You can get it at yo head like a fuckin'
Hoodie
I got bad foreign bitches,
They stay like em bullets
I might leave his head hot,
I might fuckin' skill it
Then put money on his ass like a fuckin′ skelly
My bunch luv me, my cunch luv me,
Play with me like I′m a game of rugby
They case with me like I'm a fuckin′ ration
()
I got spice and they boom,
I want nothin' and they know this
I got guns, I got hoes,
All my patna know I luv em
Some em got spite, they got roaches,
Cuz they still in the trenches
And despite we got roaches,
So I don′t get offended
All this money I been chasin',
All this money I been makin′
I can't stop, I won't stop,
I′m the muthafuckin′ greatest
I can't stop, I won′t stop,
Till my fuckin' dyin′ day
Yeah, I made it,
Yeah I made it, yeah I made it
Yeah, I made it, yeah I made it, yeah I made it
Yeah, I made it
END
Writer(s): Khalil Abdul-rahman, Shawn C. Carter, Dontae Maurice Winslow Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com