CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Supposed To Do
Oh, yeah, yeah
Lonely
Lone
Jewelry all on the mic n' sh*t
Oh, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, just get that money, and don't let it get you
Mi casa full of hundreds, oh, I'm running outta room
This b*t*h in my mind, oh, she sure in her room
My diamonds shimmer shine, oh, just like the moon (Yeah!)
I like you and you, (Oh), I like you, and you too
But ion got no time for either one, no neither one of you (Damn)
And ion got no timе for myself no more, thats what money do
I gotta go gеt rich to help my folks, lil n***a, that's what I'm supposed to do
I got these racks for closing dope and cards, not hoes, lil n***a, what's wrong with you?
I stay with my bro, because he keep a pole, he tote, and he might blow at you
I wouldn't be surprised if that f**k n***a told, 'cause that's what rats supposed to do
I smoke thrax, 'cause that's what I'm supposed to do
Get a bag 'cause n***a, I'm 'posed to do
Stupid b*t*h, Yeah, ain't no way I'm posting you
Lil b*t*h I ball all day, just like Patrick Ewing
And I rocked your stars like Patrick, dude
I gotta watch my back and watch my moves
I know these n***as lame, they watchin' what I'm doing
And I know they hate 'cause they not paid in losing
Ace Boogie, b*t*h, I'm paid in full
In the trap b*t*h, I'm making money moves
On a iPhone, I make some money move
And in real life I make your b*t*h move
Yeah, these n***as making b*t*h moves
I make real plays, not on YouTube, man
I touch real bands just like YouTube, man
He keep crying, tell him shop at Boohoo, man
I get money doing what I'm 'posed to do
And you a broke n***a, you can't fool me, dude (Nah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, just get that money, and don't let it get you
Mi casa full of hundreds, I'm running outta room
This b*t*h in my mind, oh, she sure in her room
My diamonds shimmer shine, oh, just like the moon
I like you and you, I like you, and you too
But ion got no time for either one, no neither one of you
And ion got no time for myself no more, thats what money do
I gotta go get rich to help my folks, lil n***a, that's what I'm supposed to do
I got these racks for closing dope and cards, not hoes, lil n***a, what's wrong with you?
Yeah!
Lonely
Lone
Jewelry all on the mic n' sh*t
Oh, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, just get that money, and don't let it get you
Mi casa full of hundreds, oh, I'm running outta room
This b*t*h in my mind, oh, she sure in her room
My diamonds shimmer shine, oh, just like the moon (Yeah!)
I like you and you, (Oh), I like you, and you too
But ion got no time for either one, no neither one of you (Damn)
And ion got no timе for myself no more, thats what money do
I gotta go gеt rich to help my folks, lil n***a, that's what I'm supposed to do
I got these racks for closing dope and cards, not hoes, lil n***a, what's wrong with you?
I stay with my bro, because he keep a pole, he tote, and he might blow at you
I wouldn't be surprised if that f**k n***a told, 'cause that's what rats supposed to do
I smoke thrax, 'cause that's what I'm supposed to do
Get a bag 'cause n***a, I'm 'posed to do
Stupid b*t*h, Yeah, ain't no way I'm posting you
Lil b*t*h I ball all day, just like Patrick Ewing
And I rocked your stars like Patrick, dude
I gotta watch my back and watch my moves
I know these n***as lame, they watchin' what I'm doing
And I know they hate 'cause they not paid in losing
Ace Boogie, b*t*h, I'm paid in full
In the trap b*t*h, I'm making money moves
On a iPhone, I make some money move
And in real life I make your b*t*h move
Yeah, these n***as making b*t*h moves
I make real plays, not on YouTube, man
I touch real bands just like YouTube, man
He keep crying, tell him shop at Boohoo, man
I get money doing what I'm 'posed to do
And you a broke n***a, you can't fool me, dude (Nah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, just get that money, and don't let it get you
Mi casa full of hundreds, I'm running outta room
This b*t*h in my mind, oh, she sure in her room
My diamonds shimmer shine, oh, just like the moon
I like you and you, I like you, and you too
But ion got no time for either one, no neither one of you
And ion got no time for myself no more, thats what money do
I gotta go get rich to help my folks, lil n***a, that's what I'm supposed to do
I got these racks for closing dope and cards, not hoes, lil n***a, what's wrong with you?
Yeah!
