Lyrics Social Account - CC RELLOO

Never had my hand out
Bitch I had my own motion

I then made a way
I then found me a route

We all getting money
Give no fuck bout no clout

Lit in real life
Not just on a social account

We not doing this for the media

We just live our life
They want to be like us

Man I swear this life shit get crazy

On the grind
Let's just see where it takes me

Head above the water
Bitch I can't flop

Recording hit after hit
Bitch I can't stop

Want to hit you one last time
Then say our goodbyes

Cause if it was really mean't
Then we would never divide

I ain't in the mood
I just roll up

Pulled up to Saks
In a Rolls truck

They stop and stare
Cause they see
A nigga on some

Say they know me
Never see them
Like they owe some

Say they fucking with me
Knowing they can't fuck with me

Palm angels suit
Chilling on some cool shit

Thinking of a master plan
I told Gmoney
"Let's do it"

A hundred
Shhh
Of the za's
Nigga we got to move them

Fucking with the wrong niggas
Bad for the business

Moving like the president
Won't let you get to close to me

Five percent tint
I just hope they don't notice me

Smelling like the best of the best
Pretty sure they gone notice me

Never had my hand out
Bitch I had my own motion

I then made a way
I then found me a route

We all getting money
Give no fuck bout no clout

Lit in real life
Not just on a social account

We not doing this for the media

We just live our life
They want to be like us

Man I swear this life shit get crazy

On the grind
Let's just see where it takes me