P. Reign - Gotta Be lyrics

[Intro] Young Reign Reps up boss n***a You know what time it is [Verse 1] I'm still a king Incase you forgot n***a And this money still ain't a thing Sellin work, you need a job n***a? Call my n***a hyper Shooters out in london b**h, my son swag Even my daughter stuntin' Young n***a hold your status like I'm 80 somethin' Still don't trust women Tell my lady nothin' Don't tell me lies, now don't tell me lies Cause you looking at the truth Uh, club Kane in the booth Pistols out the roof I'm superman in the coupe Never put b**hes before your n***as Never put money before your n***as Cause together I bet it we gonna get it You n***as sweet And b**h I'm diabetic I know gangsters make the world go round And this rollie on my wrist will make your girl go down I run my city, did 100 laps around the town So much money in the room you gotta walk around [Hook] Ridin with the chrome, that's how its gotta be Cause all these n***as want my throne, that's how its gotta be I'm paranoid on my way home, that's how its gotta be Cause all these feds watching my phone, that's how its gotta be These n***as never show me love, that's how its gotta be Got 20 bottles in the club, that's how its gotta be I'll f** them b**hes on the rug, that's how its gotta be A n***a still don't give a f**, that's how its gotta be [Verse 2] f** undercovers, I'm f**in cover girls Hoes with no underwear, welcome to the underworld Connected with mafia so my block is loco We get the kilos on the d-low down from Acapulco Gangsta and greedy, the money don't come easy f** it, if there's a profit better come with it Never needy, chasing money like it's Weezy So many birds, we need the trucks fitted Must have lost your watch b**h you out of time Flatline if you out of line and it's bottom line Our only care in this world of crime is the dollar sign Shoot up the club like its 99' cause I f** with Shyne [Hook] Ridin with the chrome, that's how its gotta be Cause all these n***as want my throne, that's how its gotta be I'm paranoid on my way home, that's how its gotta be Cause all these feds watching my phone, that's how its gotta be These n***as never show me love, that's how its gotta be Got 20 bottles in the club, that's how its gotta be I'll f** them b**hes on the rug, that's how its gotta be A n***a still don't give a f**, that's how its gotta be [Verse 3] Man, why mad n***as rap though f** that, where the bad b**hes at though k** the mice and get the cheese out the trap though k** the p**y might slide it in the back though I'm just playin, f** it, what I'm sayin f** your sh** up, my goons'll just buck You dudes I don't trust, them hoes I don't love She say "I'm bout to cum—bout to cum", don't rush [?] these motherf**ers But I still hear my mama sayin baby don't cuss These hoes said hold up, I told her to roll up Grab the weed, grab the dick, go nuts Bang bang with n***as that g**n Stay in your lane you rockin a no name No chain, n***a, no chain Ooooh, broke n***a no shame Ooooh, go night night n***a 20 goons lookin like fright night n***a 20 chains lookin like a bright light n***a Better fire your j**eler cause your ice look dimma' Cole a** world, been a born a** sinna' Wrist game lookin like a cold a** winter Call my wolves, cause you look like dinner Lights out, strike out, boy you ain't no hitter