Yet ft. Rob $tone Lyrics

From ten bands to twenty, from twenty to one hundred

And we just gon' keep coming

We gonna stack that bread up

I can't do no partying, I ain't got no million dollars yet

You, you just a rookie, but that shawty, yeah, she wanna vet

Thick as hell, bad as fuck, you know that shawty wanna check

You know me, don't give a fuck, I just want that shawty checked

Checked, checked, checked,

All these bitches wanna check, all my dawgs want some neck

This my life, this ain't a flex

I can tell you what is next, not alone, I'm with my set

Shawty love me in the flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh,

Shooting shots, we hitting that, everybody pay respect

I ain't playing, that's a bet, when I fly, I charter jets

All this money got me blessed, going up on my net

Shawty pussy good, man, it's wet, wet, wet, wet

Know my brothers, know my set, if you coming, come correct

Lot of living, I got left, I will not do it stressed

Every failure was a test, I need greatness, nothing less

Checker face ass we play chess, chess, chess, chess

Stay away cause your money too low for em

What they say about dreams, gotta go for em

Where the hunnids, I might even hit the road for em

Ballin' since a rookie, how you like me in my pro form

Who the realest, make a bet

Catch me in the clouds, skyscraper or a jet

Chase all my accounts cause I'm busy chasing checks

Why they talkin' still, y'all ain't fuckin' with me yet

Yes, coming out the west

Pull up in the vet and I'm jumping on a jet

Ball around the map like I was playing for the nets

A god in the flesh, you ain't see me at my best

But you know a nigga next, they better come correct

Let her give me neck, then I leave her upset

Man, these niggas cap, they ain't never seen a check

A quarter million dollars, I can make while getting rest

Known to get a pussy wet, wet, wet, wet, wet

And I'ma make that pussy stretch, stretch, stretch, stretch, stretch

Baby, drop that ass down, tell me I'm the best

Let her wear my chain, now she throwin' up my set

I be drinking out the bottle, and I get on my shit

But nigga, don't check me, you better check yo' bitch

And on God, bro, I don't even want that bitch

But you see I'm getting money like a New York Knick, ayy

Stay away cause your money too low for em

What they say about dreams, gotta go for em

Where the hunnids, I might even hit the road for em

Ballin' since a rookie, how you like me in my pro form

Who the realest, make a bet

Catch me in the clouds, skyscraper or a jet

Chase all my accounts cause I'm busy chasing checks

Why they talking still, y'all ain't fucking with me yet