Текст песни Not Like Me - Test

Imma make sure you do what you do
And we got damn make each other strong
You na mean like we
We strengthening each other
That's why when he just mentioned that
Like everybody got to know they position
So when you know your position
And we all working hard
This shit finna explode
What up Test
I'm from fucking Germany bro
Checking in all the way from Vegas
We fuck with you out here
Rochester New York
Straight from the D
Boy stop playing with me
We from fucking Paris We love you over here man
Arrête de jouer avec moi
Aye Test Stop playing with me
I'm Checking in from the UK
You feel like somebody playing with you
Yeah the world mmmmm
Keep doing ya thing
Earlier I was cleaning my crib
Lol playing ya music
I love it got that shit on repeat
Checking in from Phoenix Arizona
Stop playing with me
Representing straight out of Jamaica To the US
Stop playing with meAll the way from Puerto Rico nigga
Bro I literally been homeless
Sleeping on the streets
And I turned on my Snapchat
I kept watching you bro listening
To you speak and now
Atl Jacob - Atl Jacob

All of this money Was falling all out of my pocket
When I go and walk
They try to subpoena Don't show up to court
I'm on the run I go build me a fort
I do my thing And I know that they know
I got that blower They know that I'll blow
I got that paper They know I a blow it
I got that bitch And you know she a go
Cocaine on my fingertips I was bagging work
It's blood all on the drug money
Give it to the church
I put em on em they feet Nigga you not like me
I'm out chasing that money Like it's all I see

I would just get me some money
I need me some paper I need that a lot
I would cut open the package
And pour out some powder And cook up a block
Stuffing dope all in the vent
They pull her over then it's it
I got cocaine on my bitch
I got whip game on my wrist
Fuck is you mean We got promethazine
Stuffed in the styrofoam
That money machine
Make your bitch have a fling
And now she can't come home
We was increasing the dollar amount
I made them bitches go on tour
They was gone fuck us In every state
I treat the bitch like a chauffeur
Pick me up - drop me off Count up that
Matter fact Hand me that
Matter fact come get your bitch back
I put that girl on the back burner
I had to go hit a sale baby
I might not even come back for her
And I know them niggas might tell so
I a never ever vouch for em
I would just sit back And roll up the weed
Got to find me some profit
I was the one that go put on my man
And I came out of pocket
I was the one tell em just who I am
Cause I know they was watching
I get that money like Uncle Sam
Look at my pockets

All of this money Was falling all out of my pocket
When I go and walk
They try to subpoena Don't show up to court
I'm on the run I go build me a fort
I do my thing And I know that they know
I got that blower They know that I'll blow
I got that paper They know I a blow it
I got that bitch And you know she a go
Cocaine on my fingertips I was bagging work
It's blood all on the drug money Give it to the church
I put em on em they feet Nigga you not like me
I'm out chasing that money Like it's all I see