Текст песни Game On Lock - Sugarboy Big T

High Level Factory, yeah
All these money ain't clean
I count it until my finger's hurtin', fuck (Boy2shirtzBeatz)
Sugarboy Big T (it's Franky Lawson on the mix) (laugh)

Since young all I know is going hard (big hustler)
I'm with my dawgs, and you know
We ballin' hard (gang)
Sellin' flavours in the corner (trap)
I don't need no fucking partner (no fucking partner)
Can't trap like me bitch
You must take lotta drugs bitch (let's go)
Don't try me please
Charley, I'm about it, about it, about it (pussy)
Heart cold like freeze
Let's talk about it, about it (biggie) yeah
I'm about the bag chasin' (money bag)
All my haters mad as fuck
Locked up for hustlin' (free real niggas)
I got everything back, back, yeah
I was raised by mom (mom)
Guess who left us daddy
That was nothing easy (uh Huh)
My storytelling is crazy (laugh)
Whatever I'm tryna make it out (for real)
Love my fans, my real niggas (love ya)
Fuck goofies kick them out (bitch)
Lotta flowers we smoke gas (exotic), yeah

I believe I can fly, got the dope game on lock
Yeah, she really wanna get high
Charley you broke, don't get smoked
All these money ain't clean, I count it until my finger's hurtin'
Drop my pain in a cup of lean, only God can fix my heart

Forever rich and dangerous (no cap)
You bitches niggas so funny
Disrespect, on your life (cash) we put money
Glock nine will make you famous
Pop pills I fly to the moon (let's go)
Famous in my city like the Bulls (gang)
Big T does not play by rules, yeah

Ne badine pas, je suis violent
Pas un stergang devant l'écran
Push d'enfer à la Holyfield, I'm really in the field
I put grams on the scale damn (yeah)
I'm sellin' drugs, pussy calm down
(I'm sellin' drugs, pussy calm down) (laugh)
All eyes on me, yeah, drugs money on me, yeah (gang)
Big ol racks for the team (gang)
Nigga I ride for my team (gang)
I let it blow in your face
Pussy don't test me Scarface
West Africa baby get money, that's a habit to me
I move like I'm from Memphis, big player Gaël Monfils
Still movin' exotic packs, rich of grass, only facts
I'm from Togo, don't play loto, I go loko
I take real risks every day
Big T's trappin' hard every day, yeah

I believe I can fly, got the dope game on lock
Yeah, she really wanna get high
Charley you broke, don't get smoked
All these money ain't clean, I count it until my finger's hurtin'
Drop my pain in a cup of lean, only God can fix my heart

Yeah nigga, I'm chasin' big money, nigga (cash)
I ain't get time for bitches (no cap)
All you broke niggas the dumb shit
You still rappin' about, I ain't listenin' no shit
You niggas can't fuck with me
You get smoked for real bitch, let's go
High Level Factory, yeah, we run the shit nigga (laugh)