Текст песни WANT IT THE MOST - C05

I want the bag
I want the bag
I want the bag

I want it the most
Gotta get racin'
Feel like De Niro the cash I been chasin'
Stuck in my room, yeah I gotta be patient
My momma told me that I cannot make it
Pour up a dose and it feel like I'm fading
People so fake, yeah they're fucking degrading
Put in the work, shit, it's killing me
I got a bitch and she feelin' me
Stacking my cash, I did it my own
He wanna talk I aim at your dome
She wanna fuck but don't get it wrong
Gucci and Prada, I put it on
Tripple my digits, yeah I got it on
Fuck in designer I'm proving them wrong
He wanna talk, we're letting him know
Fucking that bitch, then throwing her home

I'm from 75, these streets don't play
When I pull up whatchu gon' say?
I'm Tanjiro and got demons to slay
Reflectin' on myself all goddamn day
No you can't fuck with me
I got the recipie
Hoes ain't stressin' me
Uh yeah
Opps be testin' me
Cops be checkin' me
This made me lack in sleep
Screamin' out the whip free DONC
Told him on the phone I gotchu when he come free
Makin' money 'till he out you know me
When I've got my family I get my dome peace
Stressed I got too many thoughts to hold in
Please, all I ask for is this one win
Tried my best to show worth but in the end
They turn their back, you again n' again

I want it the most
Gotta get racin'
Feel like De Niro the cash I been chasin'
Stuck in my room, yeah I gotta be patient
My momma told me that I cannot make it
Pour up a dose and it feel like I'm fading
People so fake, yeah they're fucking degrading
Put in the work, shit, it's killing me
I got a bitch and she feelin' me
Stacking my cash, I did it my own
He wanna talk I aim at your dome
She wanna fuck but don't get it wrong
Gucci and Prada, I put it on
Tripple my digits, yeah I got it on
Fuck in designer I'm proving them wrong
He wanna talk, we're letting him know
Fucking that bitch, then throwing her home

Lil' niggas be wasting my time
Told that bitch "shut up, I'm all in my grind"
Yeah I'm one of a kind
Why yo ass looking for some you can't find?
Yeah I'm reading yo mind
I know you miss me, but that's just fine
Told her "fuck off, I gave you a sign"
Bad Energy 999

When I am done, I fuck on a hoe
Then I pass her on to my bro
Then I bring another one home
Then they go downtown hit a show
Shhh yea, I cannot fuck with this girl
I do that shit on the low
She-she-she got some cake, got candles on
Wish for some, Imma blow

I want it the most
Gotta get racin'
Feel like De Niro the cash I been chasin'
Stuck in my room, yeah I gotta be patient
My momma told me that I cannot make it
Pour up a dose and it feel like I'm fading
People so fake, yeah they're fucking degrading
Put in the work, shit, it's killing me
I got a bitch and she feelin' me
Stacking my cash, I did it my own
He wanna talk I aim at your dome
She wanna fuck but don't get it wrong
Gucci and Prada, I put it on
Tripple my digits, yeah I got it on
Fuck in designer I'm proving them wrong
He wanna talk, we're letting him know
Fucking that bitch, then throwing her home