#FukdaIndustry Lyrics

Bankrolls falling out my Mouth.

Every time we talk bout cash

Everytime we talk bout Rack's

Niggas stupid spending money that they never gon make back

I don't care bout the Hate My Bag Goyard

Only the broke Niggas talk A lot

If you Really had Racks, you wouldn't talk A lot

SUVMUSIKK we talking that Big Body coupe you can't Fit in the parking lot

I'm just really gon stay out the way and Focus on my bread

I ain't gonna dap you up if that shit don't come wit Respect

I don't even need to drop a bag for goons to get yo head

We let the numbers talk, The numbers talk to me said we the best

Go to war about these Racks.

Headshot Gang,Fuck yo Vest

Big slime hit me up on text, he said Lihhhbrady you up next

And they hate how we went up, bitch we got Rappers so Upset

We got Rappers in they Feelings

I just pop out when it's Night, I'm Codeine Villain

Granny pray for me before she sleep, she know her boy need Healin'

We don't give a fuck bout beef, don't give a fuck bout how you Feeling

Niggas had the shit we had but they didn't do nun with that shit.

Niggas claiming that they trap, but they won't do nun with that Brick

We got Snipers on the Roof

One wrong move, we get you picked

Got Givenchy on my shit, might put Givenchy on yo bitch.

We don't get Phased by the Fake You won't do nun with that Stick

And your Bitch say she feel safer at the Bando

I ain't tripping bout no smoke I go to war alone like Rambo

I knew I was gon be Rich, I feel asleep dreamt of a lambo

Getmoneygang, Respect the Set

You only Rich up on da Net

Take care the Fam before I'm dead

Spread my name out in Baguettes

I'm gon buy myself a crib before I buy my own patek

You know we been moving smarter

Get yo money and Invest

That's some shit that they don't know

That's why all these fucking Rappers end up broke

I say fuck all of that fake shit, I stay Real to my Big Bro's

Niggas ain't stick to the script they just be switching on the code

Gotta stay true to yourself or else this game gon leave you cold

Das why I don't fuck with niggas

Das why I just count my racks

Told my Nigga we gon eat, just don't go behind my back

And I want it all I swear to god I'm dying bout them plaques

1017 Right on my body. Thought I'm goth with all this black