[Intro]
(Good job, Sho)
Yo
[Chorus]
I'm-I'm a top G, call me Andrew Tate
Real high-value kid, I step on the scene and the gyal go cray
Had no bread last year, she ain't believe that the rap would pay
Told her, ''I'm up in the booth'', but that ain't the truth, sorry, man can't change
Can't say that I took her serious, she was more like my practice bae
If you ain't seen no racks, what the fuck are you ravin' about?
Fuck that, bro, it was just me on my Jacks
Didn't need me a Jill, I weren't takin' her out
Gotta get straight to the bag 'cah I need ten M's in my savin' account
Don't speak if it ain't with chest, if it's up then it's up, I ain't chasin' the clout
[Verse]
What can I say? Black mеn don't cheat
Some of them hoеs try tempt me
I know 'bout the game and shit gets peak
So I don't wanna hear boy bestie
Can't cuff me, if your jeetin' the team
Only way is the police, come and arrest me
God knows man could never put trust in a Jezzy
You can't relate to the kid, let's face it
Thirteen, I was tryna get cake in
You flex on the gram, but I'm hearin' your broke
And you're cheerin' in motives, how the fuck are you ravin'?
They gotta free all the guys on basic
Yeah free all the guys in—
Can't ramp with them yutes, my ting set diff'
In the end I'ma win, call me Jason Statham
Like, who-who-who knows?
Was it me or my bro?
Who knows? (Shh)
It is what it is, can't fold or snitch, gotta stick to the code
They show-they show love, but I know it's all fake
I step in the rave and they're strikin' a pose
So, how could I cuff these hoes?
Got-gotta stay out the mix 'cause
[Chorus]
I'm-I'm a top G, call me Andrew Tate
Real high-value kid, I step on the scene and the gyal go cray
Had no bread last year, she ain't believe that the rap would pay
Told her, ''I'm up in the booth'', but that ain't the truth, sorry, man can't change
Can't say that I took her serious, she was more like my practice bae
If you ain't seen no racks, what the fuck are you ravin' about?
Fuck that, bro, it was just me on my Jacks
Didn't need me a Jill, I weren't takin' her out
Gotta get straight to the bag 'cah I need ten M's in my savin' account
Don't speak if it ain't with chest, if it's up then it's up, I ain't chasin' the clout
(Good job, Sho)
Yo
[Chorus]
I'm-I'm a top G, call me Andrew Tate
Real high-value kid, I step on the scene and the gyal go cray
Had no bread last year, she ain't believe that the rap would pay
Told her, ''I'm up in the booth'', but that ain't the truth, sorry, man can't change
Can't say that I took her serious, she was more like my practice bae
If you ain't seen no racks, what the fuck are you ravin' about?
Fuck that, bro, it was just me on my Jacks
Didn't need me a Jill, I weren't takin' her out
Gotta get straight to the bag 'cah I need ten M's in my savin' account
Don't speak if it ain't with chest, if it's up then it's up, I ain't chasin' the clout
[Verse]
What can I say? Black mеn don't cheat
Some of them hoеs try tempt me
I know 'bout the game and shit gets peak
So I don't wanna hear boy bestie
Can't cuff me, if your jeetin' the team
Only way is the police, come and arrest me
God knows man could never put trust in a Jezzy
You can't relate to the kid, let's face it
Thirteen, I was tryna get cake in
You flex on the gram, but I'm hearin' your broke
And you're cheerin' in motives, how the fuck are you ravin'?
They gotta free all the guys on basic
Yeah free all the guys in—
Can't ramp with them yutes, my ting set diff'
In the end I'ma win, call me Jason Statham
Like, who-who-who knows?
Was it me or my bro?
Who knows? (Shh)
It is what it is, can't fold or snitch, gotta stick to the code
They show-they show love, but I know it's all fake
I step in the rave and they're strikin' a pose
So, how could I cuff these hoes?
Got-gotta stay out the mix 'cause
[Chorus]
I'm-I'm a top G, call me Andrew Tate
Real high-value kid, I step on the scene and the gyal go cray
Had no bread last year, she ain't believe that the rap would pay
Told her, ''I'm up in the booth'', but that ain't the truth, sorry, man can't change
Can't say that I took her serious, she was more like my practice bae
If you ain't seen no racks, what the fuck are you ravin' about?
Fuck that, bro, it was just me on my Jacks
Didn't need me a Jill, I weren't takin' her out
Gotta get straight to the bag 'cah I need ten M's in my savin' account
Don't speak if it ain't with chest, if it's up then it's up, I ain't chasin' the clout
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