Preme - Gotta Be lyrics
[Preme - Gotta Be lyrics]
You know what time it is
I'm still a king incase you forgot nigga
And this money still ain't a thing
Sellin work, you need a job nigga?
Call my nigga hyper shooters out in london
Bitch, my son swag even my daughter stuntin'
Young nigga hold your status
Like I'm 80 somethin'
Still don't trust women tell my lady nothin'
Don't tell me lies, now don't tell me lies
Cause you looking at the truth
Uh, club Kane in the booth
Pistols out the roof
I'm superman in the coupe
Never put bitches before your niggas
Never put money before your niggas
Cause together I bet it we gonna get it
You niggas sweet and bitch I'm diabetic
I know gangsters make the world go round
And this rollie on my wrist will
Make your girl go down
I run my city, did 100 laps around the town
So much money in the room
You gotta walk around
Ridin with the chrome
That's how it's gotta be
Cause all these niggas want my throne
That's how it's gotta be
I'm paranoid on my way home
That's how it's gotta be
Cause all these feds watching my phone
That's how it's gotta be
These niggas never show me love
That's how it's gotta be
Got 20 bottles in the club
That's how it's gotta be
I'll fuck them bitches on the rug
That's how it's gotta be
A nigga still don't give a fuck
That's how it's gotta be
Fuck undercovers, I'm fuckin cover girls
Hoes with no underwear
Welcome to the underworld
Connected with mafia so my block is loco
We get the kilos on the
D-low down from Acapulco
Gangsta and greedy, the money don't come easy
Fuck it
If there's a profit better come with it
Never needy, chasing money like it's Weezy
So many birds, we need the trucks fitted
Must have lost your watch
Bitch you out of time
Flatline if you out of line
And it's bottom line
Our only care in this world of
Crime is the dollar sign
Shoot up the club like it's 99'
Cause I fuck with Shyne
Ridin with the chrome
That's how it's gotta be
Cause all these niggas want my throne
That's how it's gotta be
I'm paranoid on my way home
That's how it's gotta be
Cause all these feds watching my phone
That's how it's gotta be
These niggas never show me love
That's how it's gotta be
Got 20 bottles in the club
That's how it's gotta be
I'll fuck them bitches on the rug
That's how it's gotta be
A nigga still don't give a fuck
That's how it's gotta be
Man, why mad niggas rap though
Fuck that, where the bad bitches at though
Kill the mice and get the
Cheese out the trap though
Kill the pussy might slide it
In the back though
I'm just playin, fuck it, what I'm sayin
Fuck your shit up, my goons'll just buck
You dudes I don't trust
Them hoes I don't love
She say "I'm bout to cum bout to cum"
Don't rush these motherfuckers
But I still hear my mama
Sayin baby don't cuss
These hoes said hold up
I told her to roll up
Grab the weed, grab the dick, go nuts
Bang bang with niggas that gangbang
Stay in your lane you rockin a no name
No chain, nigga, no chain
O-o-o oh, broke nigga no shame
O-o-o oh, go night night nigga
20 goons lookin like fright night nigga
20 chains lookin like a bright light nigga
Better fire your jeweler cause
Your ice look dimma'
Cole ass world, been a born ass sinna'
Wrist game lookin like a cold ass winter
Call my wolves, cause you look like dinner
Lights out, strike out
Boy you ain't no hitter