CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Risk
I don't run from checks, I don't run from sex
Damn, the motor brazy, I just f**ked her fair
Love the stove, it pay me, we got some secrets kept
These Balenci's, baby, I take expensive steps
You ever took a risk, 'cause I got used to that
50 thousand in my denim, [?]
When I went broke, that sh*t was low, man, I wasn't feeling it
A brand new load just touched the floor, I gotta make it stack
80 grand on me, I'm woke
My b*t*h so bad, you spoke
My shirt 300, one use
Amiri jeans she finna undo
I'm sipping lean, tastе like it's no juice
Yeah, [?] gеt rinsed with no soap
I tap on the gas, it open
And I got dope, a lot of it
Pull up and drop, pop out of it
20 thou' on me, I'm out of it
T-shirt 300, get one use out of it
My b*t*h [?], I'm proud of it
My whip, no gloss, I matte'd it
My main hoe thinking I tatted it
I pour a six and I'm outta there
My b*t*h a Philippe, no counterfeit
I don't run from checks, I don't run from sex
Damn, the motor brazy, I just f**ked her fair
I love the stove, it pay me, we got some secrets kept
These Balenci's, baby, I take expensive steps
You ever took a risk, 'cause I got used to that
50 thousand in my denim, [?]
When I went broke, that sh*t was low, man, I wasn't feeling it
A brand new load just touched the floor, I gotta make it stack
Damn
Went broke, got it right back, just left Saks
Two hoes, they came in 'bout a pack
Act in a Lear', drugs in here
Getting too rich, man, sh*t ain't fair
Brand new drop with a shooter in the back
Dropping off p's since a teen, that's a fact
Designer miss-matched, now tuck with the racks
In too deep, up off the crack
Up like a Bucc', can't run from the sack
my flats
G'd up, Yves Saint Laurent on the map
Can't trust these hoes, no trust in that
I don't trust that
I don't run from checks, I don't run from sex
Damn, the motor brazy, I just f**ked her fair
I love the stove, it pay me, we got some secrets kept
These Balenci's, baby, I take expensive steps
You ever took a risk, 'cause I got used to that
50 thousand in my denim, [?]
When I went broke, that sh*t was low, man, I wasn't feeling it
A brand new load just touched the floor, I gotta make it stack
Damn, the motor brazy, I just f**ked her fair
Love the stove, it pay me, we got some secrets kept
These Balenci's, baby, I take expensive steps
You ever took a risk, 'cause I got used to that
50 thousand in my denim, [?]
When I went broke, that sh*t was low, man, I wasn't feeling it
A brand new load just touched the floor, I gotta make it stack
80 grand on me, I'm woke
My b*t*h so bad, you spoke
My shirt 300, one use
Amiri jeans she finna undo
I'm sipping lean, tastе like it's no juice
Yeah, [?] gеt rinsed with no soap
I tap on the gas, it open
And I got dope, a lot of it
Pull up and drop, pop out of it
20 thou' on me, I'm out of it
T-shirt 300, get one use out of it
My b*t*h [?], I'm proud of it
My whip, no gloss, I matte'd it
My main hoe thinking I tatted it
I pour a six and I'm outta there
My b*t*h a Philippe, no counterfeit
I don't run from checks, I don't run from sex
Damn, the motor brazy, I just f**ked her fair
I love the stove, it pay me, we got some secrets kept
These Balenci's, baby, I take expensive steps
You ever took a risk, 'cause I got used to that
50 thousand in my denim, [?]
When I went broke, that sh*t was low, man, I wasn't feeling it
A brand new load just touched the floor, I gotta make it stack
Damn
Went broke, got it right back, just left Saks
Two hoes, they came in 'bout a pack
Act in a Lear', drugs in here
Getting too rich, man, sh*t ain't fair
Brand new drop with a shooter in the back
Dropping off p's since a teen, that's a fact
Designer miss-matched, now tuck with the racks
In too deep, up off the crack
Up like a Bucc', can't run from the sack
my flats
G'd up, Yves Saint Laurent on the map
Can't trust these hoes, no trust in that
I don't trust that
I don't run from checks, I don't run from sex
Damn, the motor brazy, I just f**ked her fair
I love the stove, it pay me, we got some secrets kept
These Balenci's, baby, I take expensive steps
You ever took a risk, 'cause I got used to that
50 thousand in my denim, [?]
When I went broke, that sh*t was low, man, I wasn't feeling it
A brand new load just touched the floor, I gotta make it stack
