[Intro]
Ayo let me get the BBQ sauce
(Labb, Labb, Labb)
And the ketchup
Yeah, that's right
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[Chorus]
Feel the vibe
Can you feel the vibe
Can you feel it, feel it
Do or die
b**h it's do or die
When it's time to ride
Know them guys
Say you know them guys
Ain't no friend of mine
On the grind
Say you on the grind…
I been out here getting cake now
Yea
Switching digits in my lane now
Yea
We been, we been, we been
[Verse 1]
First off let me serve y'all
Said I couldn't do it
Then I skirt off
Now I'm eating dinner out in Czech Republic
That's a long way from the bursar
Came a long way from the backpack
Long way from them bad raps
No money for the home shows
Came a long way for a whole stack
Look
New Telly no ring to it
I just lay my head bring a fling to it
Say the goodbyes when it's all done
Gotta love when it's no strings to it
Hundred something on the dashboard
To the next show 'cause the path short
Or we hit the plane
No ink on me but it's tats all over my pa**port
Walk the city
Get my culture up
Castle roaming that's boss enough
Late night gotta do the show
If you going after you can chalk it up
I need need need my rest
Tour life got me a mess
Last night got nothing left
Give a hundred something
Never giving less
Hit the stage
We really getting paid
They really give us change
Got damn I'm still amazed
Ride bus to different states
And now we're boarding planes
Ain't really in the game but now they know the name
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Off road
I'm back home
Check bank roll
I'm still broke
Gotta lil something in the western union
Go collect it all
Nope, still broke
They ain't tell you bout the splits
They ain't tell you bout the splits
On the gram flexing moving state to state but they ain't pay you for the trip
Stop fronting
More money then I ever had
So these n***as can't tell me nothing
Got it all
We ain't going half
So these n***as can't tell I'm bluffing
That's a couple times
And another time
And another time
That I went to do it
Oh, I forgot about another time
Money adding up and I'm looking stupid
Just got paid
I'll never lose cake
40 on the plate
Tell em keep the change
Not much in my estate
But the gram look great
How long they'll know the name
8 sideways
I whip the whip through the city like it ain't running on doe
Think she'll get bread if she with me
And I might front for the throat
Now that's a shame
What a pity that we want dollars for show
My pockets chubby or itchy
No matter what you won't know
Let's go
[Chorus]
[Switch Up, Chorus 2x]
I ain't really got the money
Woah
Can I hold a couple hundreds
Woah
[Switch Up, Verse]
I want that old money
f** a flow money
sh** on show money
Funding my ideas
So I won't ever owe money
Keep it low money
Dressed in plain clothes
Like I got no money
Keep the Cosby women shut for 30 years money