Turk
Young, Gifted, and Black
Reporting live from the gutter
I'll buy these motherfukkers talking big money shyt bytch
Straight up out the gutter, never had shyt
Now we got 90210 on our address
Talking 10 mill just to get an asset
I know them tears did on my last bytch
The money made me hungry I'm a savage
I've seen stars lining up you can't imagine
I watched my broad give up on me like I'm average
I went back inside the attic count it up and started laughing, ha
I went back inside the attic count it up and started laughing, ha
Cuban links hanging on my wrist I was on welfare
Wake up in the house I look around see bales everywhere
I see girls everywhere, I see scales everywhere
I see hell everywhere, I get mail everywhere
Walked outside Buford County came out in a Learjet
A fiend for that lean I ain't even started drinking beer yet
They bust the trap, I live there
Came out clean, I ain't clean my shyt still there
Just imagine you was living lavish and they still there
Walk up in the crib look pools sitting on the hill now
I just need some nikkas with me that will keep it real yeah
Got a lot of pretty bytches I just paid their bills now
Money make me feel good but does she make me feel good
Known for gettin' that guala out in Europe while we’re still hood
Known to pop a bottle on a motherfukker like I'm on my last damn dollar

This song just resonates with me...that pain, that hunger...that victory
I'll buy these motherfukkers talking big money shyt bytch
Straight up out the gutter, never had shyt

Now we got 90210 on our address

Talking 10 mill just to get an asset

I know them tears did on my last bytch
The money made me hungry I'm a savage

I've seen stars lining up you can't imagine
I watched my broad give up on me like I'm average
I went back inside the attic count it up and started laughing, ha
I went back inside the attic count it up and started laughing, ha

Cuban links hanging on my wrist I was on welfare

Wake up in the house I look around see bales everywhere
I see girls everywhere, I see scales everywhere
I see hell everywhere, I get mail everywhere
Walked outside Buford County came out in a Learjet
A fiend for that lean I ain't even started drinking beer yet
They bust the trap, I live there
Came out clean, I ain't clean my shyt still there
Just imagine you was living lavish and they still there
Walk up in the crib look pools sitting on the hill now
I just need some nikkas with me that will keep it real yeah
Got a lot of pretty bytches I just paid their bills now
Money make me feel good but does she make me feel good
Known for gettin' that guala out in Europe while we’re still hood
Known to pop a bottle on a motherfukker like I'm on my last damn dollar



This song just resonates with me...that pain, that hunger...that victory
