Burna Bandz - Bet lyrics

Pull out the stick, bet it won't miss
Pull up da scene, bet I'm gon' drip
Money ain't a thing, get it off the rip
He want a lil' fame, now they spellin' rip
I ain't get handout I just whipped my wrist
Made the pack rinse, I'm stuck at the stove
She got a lil' follow, she think she da shit
Instagram model, treat her like a ho'
I tell her, mama come here get low
I told the plug it's already sold
I'm on the north, them youngins so cold
They'll pull up to your door
Pull up knock his dome
I tried to tell lil' ho' she ain't listen
I'm on the lonely road, road to riches
Tryna run these digit's
I ain't got no feelings tryna feel a million
That's just how I'm feeling

That's just how I'm feeling
Need racks to the ceiling


That's just how I'm feeling
Nigga fuck the system
That's just how I'm feeling
He a rat nigga, I don't want no dealings
They know who we are
Wass Gang in da buildin'
Bitch, we from da trenches
Million dollar visions, gotta go and get it
Hit him leave no witness
Clips they're extended
We them niggas winnin'
Tell 'em bring da ribbons
I'm so money driven, on the road to riches
Diamonds, yeah they're bitin'
Diamonds, yeah they're vicious, yeah
Better not move suspicious J
Man handle business, yeah
Watch da beam glisten right
There on his fitted riding wit' no ceiling
Live life with no limit's
Free lil' crodie MS, lil' bro he a menace
(uh, gang) we ain't going back and forth
Nah this ain't tennis
16, one up top JJ Redick
Getting all this green I don’t
Really fuck wit' lettuce
If she wanna leave then
Leave I ain't sweating
Don't at me or mention
Hollows for the tension
Jakes snatch me up and you
Know I ain't confessin'
Told lil' mama come 'round and
Give me a blessin'
Bitch I got the sauce like
Some mother fuckin' dressin'

Pull out the stick, bet it won't miss
Pull up da scene, bet I'm gon' drip
Money ain't a thing, get it off the rip
He want a lil' fame, now they spellin' rip
I ain't get handout I just whipped my wrist
Made the pack rinse, I'm stuck at the stove
She got a lil' follow, she think she da shit
Instagram model, treat her like a ho'
I tell her, mama come here get low
I told the plug it's already sold
I'm on the north, them youngins so cold
They'll pull up to your door
Pull up knock his dome
I tried to tell lil' ho' she ain't listen
I'm on the lonely road, road to riches
Tryna run these digit's
I ain't got no feelings tryna feel a million
That's just how I'm feeling

Young nigga listen pay attention
Being broke that's your decision
Knock a nigga right off his pivot
He a loose ball caught him slippin'
Lil' bitch she always trippin'
I just want a night then I'ma dismiss it
Got the green beam 'case he
Move a lil' distant
Blow out your candles you
Ain't makin' no wishes
When we pull up it get ugly explicit
She wanna fuck, baby be more specific
Leave no trace, no forensics or ballistics
Still at the pot, still got my wrist in
Still trap out da trenches
If I start something I'ma end it
Won't forget I ain't forgivin'
Still free the cros out the prison
I call she pull up in a instant
I call she pull up in a instant
Better not tell your friends
'bout our business
Heard they ask why I'm liking your pictures
Why you always got me in your playlist
Keep it on the low don't say shit
Insta' bitch she think she famous
Counting money so entertainin'
Walk a nigga down like Jason