YFN Lucci - Testimony lyrics

[YFN Lucci:] Lately I've been running round chasing millions Usually I be running round chasing women But it's a lot of Os in the kitchen We got a lot sold yeah we get it You can't trust a soul in this business There a lot of fake love and pretending I swear I'm spent like a rose up in linens sh** crazy could have had a role before 20 This is a whole 'nother 20 I love when that money talk to me Like your girl when we f** she talk to me She love when I bite on that p**y If you s**ed you'll feel lucky, lucky I'm so above these rookie I'm so above they looking Pour up and pour up a cup for your n***a Straight out the mud like I grew up with them n***as A whole lot of pain I promise these n***as I don't f** with no n***a sh** is not the same, I swear these n***as is not the same Everything changed all you n***as changed This my testimony I'm so obsessed with money I got to keep a weapon on me I swear a n***a gotta keep a weapon on me I'm somewhere sipping [?] My b**h always tripping on me Fake friend went missing on me But we ain't even tripping on it This my testimony I swear I'm so obsessed with money I got to keep a weapon on me This my testimony [Boosie Badazz:] I keep mine n***a Boosie Badazz n***a I got a testimony sh**, when I was a local rapper I traded out s** for money Made my b**h write bad checks for money Shoot off a n***a whole neck for money Kept a weapon on me Had a lil man ego Wishing I was Nino before he turned rat though Tried to whip it on my own in the kitchen at first But it hurt when it didn't come back though Old lady going crazy on me I'm steady making babies on her Got blessed made it off the corner Now my other baby mommas now they hating on us This my testimony n***a hitting at me with them.45 Prayers every night that I don't die Two.40s on my hip cause I go live Warners brothers on the line this is 05 Now my friends getting a little jealous Same motherf**ers who I used to shoot pellets Stealing out the pot saying Boosie boo selfish If you steal from a n***a to the cops you a tell it [?] on lock down facing d**h n***a Came home blown up then I got cancer But God found the answer This my testimony [YFN Lucci:] This my testimony I'm so obsessed with money I got to keep a weapon on me I swear a n***a gotta keep a weapon on me I'm somewhere sipping [?] My b**h always tripping on me Fake friend went missing on me But we ain't even tripping on it This my testimony I swear I'm so obsessed with money I got to keep a weapon on me This my testimony