Lyrics What It Take - Aaron May

I could tell you what it take you just gotta ride
Niggas flaked Bitches lied
Get this place niggas tried
You trynna ride the wave pay your tides
It ain't shit that they could do for me you get yours I'ma get mine
And its funny how a nigga show you all his true colors
Walkin' in his pride
Ain't shit sweet get my peace of the pie
Count a hundred no tens & fives
I'm gettin' money tote tens & nines
Outta state benz new interior design
We came from drive throughs in a 'yota
Nigga talkin' one meal split the fries
Now I spend nine blues on a order
Say who you gone eat with pick a side
Making 'em see I'm nothin like the most

Leave it all up to me
Have the fam livin' free and move 'em to the coast
Would they do it for me that's some
I don't expect love come with a cost
Been did it all like none
Tell you this shit ain't special for what I'ma boast
Braggin' ain't ever mean none
Nigga ain't gotta respect it I'll still be a boss

This shit mean more than the funds
What you got done, did you get back what you lost
Keepin' this gas in my lungs for days
I was trynna flip a pack and I couldn't get it off
Cash out a P for my cousin
Charging 'em nothing, tell 'em to keep all the profit
You gotta start off with some
Know what it feel like to have none and be exhausted

Know what it is to have none to give
And still be the first one to offer
Ain't gotta show me the risks it come with this shit
We get to it 'til we in coffins
Two years we goin' legit
For now we gone hit, them chances don't come too often
Put the whole team on a jet
I know I could say it ain't none of my niggas gone cross me

Money, lines, hundreds, dimes
It don't mean none do it for my people gone & alive uh
Struggle, grind, hustle, time like

I could tell you what it take you just gotta ride
Niggas flaked Bitches lied
Get this place niggas tried
You trynna ride the wave pay your tides
It ain't shit that they could do for me you get yours I'ma get mine
And its funny how a nigga show you all his true colors
Walkin' in his pride
Ain't shit sweet get my peace of the pie
Count a hundred no tens & fives
I'm gettin money tote tens & nines
Outta state benz new interior design
We came from drive throughs in a 'yota
Nigga talkin' one meal split the fries
Now I spend nine blues on a order
Say who you gone eat with pick a side
Making 'em see I'm nothin like the most