Released: April 2, 2021
Songwriter: Fetty Wap
[Verse]
Give me everything I earned or I'ma just go get it
It's amazing what I've learned streaming my first million
Unless you wrote it dog, never sign contract with 'em
Unless you get the most out but pay 'em back so little
Loyal to mine, you can say I'm a stand up nigga
When he stood up for the homies they ain't stand up with em
They never had good intentions, now I'm worth some millions
Just a price tag to you, that shit hurt my feelings
I'm a singer but just listen I'm really rapping with pride
I got knives all in my back I had my slice of the pie
Imaginary dreams, every nigga wish they could fly
That's why I smoke this weed, closest I'ma get to the sky
Stay dangerous, I'm clutching on this grip 'till I die
I ain't buy another one I saw my dream through this eye
Do it for yourself then see if your team on your side
For my real niggas, really for my team I'ma slide
I choose loyalty 'cause I don't trust anything, nigga
Watch your friends way harder than your enemies, nigga
Why my friends go so hard to put an end to me, nigga
I could feel it man this energy different (Huh)
I should've known, I felt they energy shifting
I been knew since niggas was distant
They all talk like big dogs, when it's time I'ma show you they bitches
Let me shine let me go 'bout my business, already took all the riches
And it ain't no handouts for help either
Blood, sweat and tears bitch I'm fighting for mine
I go to war for all my kids, I put my life on the line
I gotta select a few of niggas I see me dying about
When them niggas ran down they seen 'em lions come out
Skinny nigga, big homie, them money makers come out
So much money around my table ain't no debating too much
I got some niggas out in B-More they get it shaking too much
The money makers out in Jersey, wake up to it early
I hate nigga who over-cook it they be baking too much
My only dream to stay alive to teach my sons how to drive
And my girl always tell me "Boy you playing too much", Wap
[Chorus]
Coming from where I'm from, baby
Police come, you better run, baby
In the field you gotta keep a gun, baby
You ain't getting money go get you some, baby
I'm from Paterson, I'm really street with it
It don't matter when, whatever, we with it
I won't use a mask, like "Nigga we did it"
I won't let it last I handle shit quickly, yeah
Give me everything I earned or I'ma just go get it
It's amazing what I've learned streaming my first million
Unless you wrote it dog, never sign contract with 'em
Unless you get the most out but pay 'em back so little
Loyal to mine, you can say I'm a stand up nigga
When he stood up for the homies they ain't stand up with em
They never had good intentions, now I'm worth some millions
Just a price tag to you, that shit hurt my feelings
I'm a singer but just listen I'm really rapping with pride
I got knives all in my back I had my slice of the pie
Imaginary dreams, every nigga wish they could fly
That's why I smoke this weed, closest I'ma get to the sky
Stay dangerous, I'm clutching on this grip 'till I die
I ain't buy another one I saw my dream through this eye
Do it for yourself then see if your team on your side
For my real niggas, really for my team I'ma slide
I choose loyalty 'cause I don't trust anything, nigga
Watch your friends way harder than your enemies, nigga
Why my friends go so hard to put an end to me, nigga
I could feel it man this energy different (Huh)
I should've known, I felt they energy shifting
I been knew since niggas was distant
They all talk like big dogs, when it's time I'ma show you they bitches
Let me shine let me go 'bout my business, already took all the riches
And it ain't no handouts for help either
Blood, sweat and tears bitch I'm fighting for mine
I go to war for all my kids, I put my life on the line
I gotta select a few of niggas I see me dying about
When them niggas ran down they seen 'em lions come out
Skinny nigga, big homie, them money makers come out
So much money around my table ain't no debating too much
I got some niggas out in B-More they get it shaking too much
The money makers out in Jersey, wake up to it early
I hate nigga who over-cook it they be baking too much
My only dream to stay alive to teach my sons how to drive
And my girl always tell me "Boy you playing too much", Wap
[Chorus]
Coming from where I'm from, baby
Police come, you better run, baby
In the field you gotta keep a gun, baby
You ain't getting money go get you some, baby
I'm from Paterson, I'm really street with it
It don't matter when, whatever, we with it
I won't use a mask, like "Nigga we did it"
I won't let it last I handle shit quickly, yeah