YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Funds lyrics

(I came a long way)

Walk-up at Saks and spent eighty grand
It won’t be the opps
Broke ass nigga start to diss, he a fan
Tell the young nigga just stop
And I been getting money since
I learned that I can tell em one up who held
Me down with cosmetics
I be switching up the mode
On the ride setting
Holding on to my pole on my side bae
Different type of flex I don't need more cars
(Slime)
Red, green flag, he a gang member (Mine)
That's my bruh then ima paint with him
Hit a fuck nigga up, leavе a stain with him
You ain't finna squash shit
Shouldn't have came with him
Post up with the sticks morе game swishers
Snake bitch, kill them all
They some lane switchers
My clique send them all at your main niggas
Top of the business I got more
Points then a bean bag
Tie your arm up before you
Shoot it lose kickback
Layin on my gravedigger chain where it hit at
Scary ass nigga, got no aim
How you miss that?
Murder through any hood, same whip, big hat
X shit, my little nigga suwoop bang cartel
Right shit
Talking to the killers up in Glendale
You ain't got to check shit
Long as it sent well

Count a million cash got the time going slow
Drugs keep a nigga calm from
The shit I've seen
Riding in a wraith out through the night
Told the detective I upgraded my
Necklace I'm keeping it clean

Shawty want me, her ex fuck with my ex
First first time, had to tell the queen
Stop that
Boss up, cause I'm knowing that you bout that
Can't let a nigga think you a outlet
It ain't nothing you can't get
You a breadwinner
Took the heart off of the K
Left the head with her standing on stage
In the back got the dead withcha
Already got my nigga just stalking
He a deadsitter

Before I departed away from my soul
Told my lil son to stay with em
He keep chasin this bitch and
Get hit with the stick
Make sure that they lay in the grave with him

Came through, shots out coupe, home run
Top Babe Ruth keep your cool
Standing on business, don't break no rules
Never for a penny
I ain't buying that cash, I get it rented
I be on they ass, til they buried in the city
I popped that boy, mad I ain't finish
You don't deserve for to live
Pussy bitch you ain't billy

Count a million cash got the time going slow
Drugs keep a nigga calm from
The shit I've seen
Riding in a wraith all thru the night
Told the detective I upgraded my
Necklace I'm keeping it clean

Shorty want me, her ex fuck with my ex
First first time, had to tell the queen
Stop that
Boss up, cause i'm knowing that you bout that
Can't let a nigga think you an outlet
It ain't nothing you can't get
You a breadwinner
Took the heart off of the K
Left the head with her standing on stage
In the back got the dead withcha
Already got my nigga just stalking
He a deadsitter

(Count a million cash got
The time going slow, ooh)