T.Y. (Rapper) - G.A.S. lyrics

[Verse 1: Curren$y] Getting high with T-Y My n***a up next Whole lot of doja That's my BFF Started a No Limit soldier Now I own a jet Checks on top of checks Yep I done that for myself Now my rep is in the room Before I take a step Out of this thing Red Corvette I'm bakery fresh I gained major respect Stunting and snapping necks I started a company In my set I invest Getting high with T-Y My n***a up next I told him keep his circle small You gon' ball for sure Cars and hoes come and go Make sure you save your dough Have a lawyer close In case you gotta fight them folks Make sure your j**elry yellow-gold And stay valuable Avoid these traps that they set But still trap to d**h Stack it to the sky A million dollars high Dollar signs in our eyes Billion dollar minds And when they said I'm lucky Truth tell them Ain't never lied [Verse 2: TY] And lately I been feeling like a man Riding round in my own sh** n***as stealing styles Need to get they own sh** Made my mama proud Came home with the grip Get your head bust But that's only if you slip Told lil homie don't you trip One day you gon hit your lick Come through shining on these n***as Pulling on all of these b**hes And we got diamonds that's bigger Cars with hella work in them Blue 100s all in my denim If you don't know I'm that n***a Smoked the Monte with a b**h Who love to wear my sh** I had to leave her Cause she start to make my nerves click When I'm in that get money mode It's hard to get me out n***as better follow the rules Or get checked out I lay my game down Show them I ain't f**ing round Kept it G the whole time Now look at me now Get it through your head This the corporation that never die And when we say that we the truth Just know we never lie