Young Savage - Ball out lyrics

I remember all the times b**hes used to call me broke They gon be like where he go When I pull off in that ghost Money raining from the ceiling having million dollar roasts Too much money ain't enough money n***a I need more Everybody used to laugh at me but now I'm getting money n***as thought that it was funny Now it's no food in they tummy Balling out just like I'm Drummond Boy you know that I be stunting Bank account is full of 100s b**hes hopping like a bunny Lil guapo who I be b**hes asking who is he Out here stretching all these keys These shootahs love to ride with me I'm a young getting money n***a ain't sh** change I remember digging in my pocket scrapping up some change I told my guys I'll stay the same For the money f** the fame And I know that life a game Better watch how you gon play Wrong move then you get smoked For my life I'm gone tot Never lack that's in my notes I know exactly what I wrote I like robins I rock trueys Keep the tool under my Louie Shoot it up like its a movie Y'all sent him out to come do me? Im married to these bankrolls Addicted to chasing racks And I used to wear the same clothes Now I spend it and get it back Making bread off of a talent I'm the best it ain't no challenge You get bread boy why you stylin Dress myself don't need a stylist Buy a foreign 0 mileage Boy you know that's how I rock 100 bands in my shoe box Keep some 100s in my sock I struggled all my life now it's time to get this money.they say that you switch up but they the ones who acting funny. And now it's time to ball out. It's no more sleeping on the couch. We got money f** the clout. Our pockets got from out the drought G guapo you know I be chasing that paper I pop up and k** it like my name was Jason I wanna get rich in them foreigns be racing These n***as just copy like if they was tracing All of my n***as we live for that mula These diamonds so icy it feel like a cooler My chain vvs so shoutout to my j**eler It's k**ed or be k**ed so my Tec got a ruler I don't f** with n***as just f** with the gang f** with my shooters then you need a vest That's why my n***as just aim for the brain Make a n***a backstroke he got hit in his chest n***as who don't make no money a pest I grind need no help because I am the best Gotta thank god for my life I been blessed They say they gon blow but they freeze on that test Homies claim me as a stone cold shooter I'll pull up on ya block and make my whole squad do ya I'll ride through a hood with a fully loaded ruga And I'll take a n***a ice and sell it back to they j**eler Gotta keep a heater cuz it's getting kinda chili Opps say they getting money but they pockets be on empty Tried saying I was broke but them 100s I got plenty Never switch on the day ones me Oshea and dizzy Ion never lack ion pop no perks Catch a opp late night leave red on his shirt Leave his brain on the corner and his body in a church Goofy a** rappers wanna charge for a verse Press a n***a bu*ton just to see what he bout G guapo gon blow ? Ima light a n***a mouth G guapo keep a steel? Yea it blow real loud If I pull up on a n***a he gon watch from the clouds