Crypto Songtext
von Yo Gotti
Crypto Songtext
I guess this shit like a freestyle
Lay it back though
To be the have or the have not
I seen niggas sellin′ dope through Cash App
I'm seein′ gangster nigga talkin' cryptocurrency
I had faith in my dog, but what that earned me?
Disloyalty, I hate it with a passion
That was my nigga, but he crossed me out in fashion
You can never repay me for the trust you destroyed
Only God knows the shit I tried to avoid
And the shit that I supported, I did it proudly, loudly
Hundred round chopper, that's the wild me
Hoppin′ out the bounded vehicle, quarter key, Glock 23
Now we havin′ meetings 'bout Metaverses and NFTs
20 million in taxes, who would ever believe?
The shit I done achieved, sometimes I don′t believe
I used to get a thousand pound, now they legalize weed
But I got niggas in the Feds that still ain't free
I′d sell a brick and put blues in my pocket (pocket)
Now they talkin' digital money and wallets
My hard drive, yeah, hard drive
I remember my first million was hard to have
Got a message to the real nigga (what′s that?)
You cannot defeat the internet, no matter what, so chill nigga
Don't get distracted by the money
You too relaxed, you livin' life, but I remember you was hungry
Nigga gotta keep that hunger
Nigga buyin′ bitches Birkin, nigga ain′t takin' care of they momma, I don′t respect it (can't respect it)
I see some flaw shit, I′ll check it, you nigga pathetic (pathetic)
Nigga ain't takin′ care of they kids, but they flexin'
Spent a hunnid on a Cuban in the projects
Let the money make the money, nigga, that's the process
Niggas takin′ pills man-made, that shit processed
But scared to take a vaccination shot, this shit make no sense
Niggas want a bad bitch so bad
They accept the bitch past, even if the ho toxic
I′m tryna do the opposite
Take a good girl, bring her into my world, put her on some mob shit
Show her how to turn a 60 to a hunnid mill'
Show her how to turn a hood life to Beverly Hills
Vacation out the Porsche, she go and buy a crib
Her brother know some fake gangsters, that′s how it really is
Yeah, that's how it really is
Her brother know some fake gangsters, that′s how it really is
No internet thuggin' over here
We don′t do none, no lie
Everythin' cold
Quit mixin' real life with the internet
You know what I mean?
I don′t know the fuck what generation you was born in
Lay it back though
To be the have or the have not
I seen niggas sellin′ dope through Cash App
I'm seein′ gangster nigga talkin' cryptocurrency
I had faith in my dog, but what that earned me?
Disloyalty, I hate it with a passion
That was my nigga, but he crossed me out in fashion
You can never repay me for the trust you destroyed
Only God knows the shit I tried to avoid
And the shit that I supported, I did it proudly, loudly
Hundred round chopper, that's the wild me
Hoppin′ out the bounded vehicle, quarter key, Glock 23
Now we havin′ meetings 'bout Metaverses and NFTs
20 million in taxes, who would ever believe?
The shit I done achieved, sometimes I don′t believe
I used to get a thousand pound, now they legalize weed
But I got niggas in the Feds that still ain't free
I′d sell a brick and put blues in my pocket (pocket)
Now they talkin' digital money and wallets
My hard drive, yeah, hard drive
I remember my first million was hard to have
Got a message to the real nigga (what′s that?)
You cannot defeat the internet, no matter what, so chill nigga
Don't get distracted by the money
You too relaxed, you livin' life, but I remember you was hungry
Nigga gotta keep that hunger
Nigga buyin′ bitches Birkin, nigga ain′t takin' care of they momma, I don′t respect it (can't respect it)
I see some flaw shit, I′ll check it, you nigga pathetic (pathetic)
Nigga ain't takin′ care of they kids, but they flexin'
Spent a hunnid on a Cuban in the projects
Let the money make the money, nigga, that's the process
Niggas takin′ pills man-made, that shit processed
But scared to take a vaccination shot, this shit make no sense
Niggas want a bad bitch so bad
They accept the bitch past, even if the ho toxic
I′m tryna do the opposite
Take a good girl, bring her into my world, put her on some mob shit
Show her how to turn a 60 to a hunnid mill'
Show her how to turn a hood life to Beverly Hills
Vacation out the Porsche, she go and buy a crib
Her brother know some fake gangsters, that′s how it really is
Yeah, that's how it really is
Her brother know some fake gangsters, that′s how it really is
No internet thuggin' over here
We don′t do none, no lie
Everythin' cold
Quit mixin' real life with the internet
You know what I mean?
I don′t know the fuck what generation you was born in
Writer(s): Mario Mims, Jack Thomas Richmeier, Gaetano Aliotta, Momchil Jelev, Brian White, Saloman Gonzalez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
