Doe B - Neva Had sh** lyrics

(Intro) Shout to the big homie Tip, salute Hustle Gang Shouts to my whole Hood Rich fam Doe B, wussup n***a? (Verse) You can call me anything but f**ed up And them hatin n***as who hatin, they f**ed up And that little b**h, whoever he with got f**ed up We talkin money, it make no sense so shut the f** up I’m ballin on these n***as like I’m Wes Brook Ok see these n***as, man I’m flexed up I came from the bottom, ran my checkup Now I’m in the high riser, getting my dick s**ed And no lame bragging, I’m just speaking facts Them NYC n***as, say no speakin crack Them hoes said I thank em too much, it ain’t nobody sponsored links And they say nobody’s perfect so I get so 1000 Geek’d up on that money, turn up on a f** n***a Only thing I’m turning down is these punk b**hes And I ain’t neva had sh** f**ed up every check, came through the cribs n***a 6-0-6 3-6 n***a I ain’t neva had sh** All I wanted was some money You know? Show you n***as I done come from nothing Yea I did that Yea! (Hook) Money cars and clothes, I ain’t neva had sh** Man that’s all we know, I ain’t neva had sh** Designer head to toe, I ain’t neva had sh** Turn up on these hoes, I ain’t neva had sh** You can hate me all you want, I ain’t neva had sh** Call me anything but broke, I ain’t neva had sh** I f**ed the baddest b**hes, I ain’t neva had sh** I went from rap to riches, I ain’t neva had sh** (Verse) And you can call me anything but broke, boy I’ve been on my grind since the go boy Know how to make the Jetsons like Joe boy And all you crossed together, still can’t make a low boy I’m ballin on these n***as like I’m D Wade Yo b**h went MIA in MIA for 3 days Got you runnin round town like have you seen she? I f**ed that hoe so many times I call her cliché We get it, yea I got it Magician in that kitchen with no prize they had the Prada Been so many numbers that I think I’m being followed And my phone turned, it’s talking close, I need a enchilada No problem, give it to you by tomorrow It’s so lonely at the top and I came from the bottom Jesus pieces around my collar, please protect me heavenly Father They don’t wanna see me fall but I ain’t neva had nothing (Interlude) I ain’t neva had nothing man I came from the bottom, man sh** You know how this sh** go man It’s lonely up there man I see you lil n***as though (Hook) Money cars and clothes, I ain’t neva had sh** Man that’s all we know, I ain’t neva had sh** Designer head to toe, I ain’t neva had sh** Turn up on these hoes, I ain’t neva had sh** You can hate me all you want, I ain’t neva had sh** Call me anything but broke, I ain’t neva had sh** I f**ed the baddest b**hes, I ain’t neva had sh** I went from rap to riches, I ain’t neva had sh**