Текст песни Find It (feat. Lom Rambo) - Lom Rudy

If it ain't a few M's, then I ain't signin'
You gotta come with cash, we don't do consignment
You took something of ours, this shit was tragic
We just made him disappear, that shit was magic
We ain't playin' no games, naw, this ain't Madden
We just lost a little weight, but I ain't fasting
And we won't ever go back, I made my mind up
Where the real niggas at?
Just come and find us
Look, got some shit that look like diamonds
When it come, I change the climate
Got a bitch that do what I say, I ain't talkin' 'bout no signing
Got a bitch that dress the brick up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no stylist
The realest to do it, must I remind them?
Like where that girl at?
I'm tryna find her
They can't do nothing with me, I'm being honest
Like where that boy at?
I'm tryna find him
I ain't going for nothing, it ain't the finest
Like, where that weed at?
I'm tryna find it
They know we stay scheming, it ain't a Posi
We got all the money, so they can't fund it
I touch down in the Bay, I'm like, "Finally." I'm
Headed straight up the hill, I need to find this
Bad bitch with the heel, she the finest
I hit her from the back, pussy need realignment
Keep a alias in case they try to line me
I keep it on me, I can't let them blindside me
Word to them Timb boots, I'm back to my roots
The trees tall enough, I hang that girl from a noose
Basically, you get 100 here and everything cool
Brody calling, Poppy calling
Moo-moo calling, and your bitch say I'm stalling
And y'all believe these rap niggas, but they frauding
The realest to do it, must I remind them?
Like, where that girl at?
I'm tryna find her
They can't do nothing with me, I'm being honest
Like, where that boy at?
I'm tryna find him
I ain't going for nothing, it ain't the finest
Like, where that weed at?
I'm tryna find it
They know we stay scheming, it ain't a Posi
We got all the money, so they can't fund it