LaLaLa Lyrics

Why do they expect me to help them when they never gonna help me?

I'm thinking this time I get selfish

Bring all the dough in

I'm stuffing myself to the limit, I promise I ain't finished

I ain't been flexing on niggas

How you get mad I've been working, ain't resting, lil nigga

Next, I'ma tell all the rest of my niggas

That we are not resting until we see next to 8 figures

The money gets sticky 'cause the more that touch, the more it gets tricky (uhh)

Out of everyone it could be (could be)

Can you take your time and you'll see (you'll see)

Why the hell you never choose me (choose me)

Who would it be (who would it be)

Out of everyone it could be (could be)

Can you take your time and you'll see (you'll see)

Why the hell you never choose me (choose me)

Who would it be (who would it be)

And the money comes with power

When it starts to rain, it showers

I would like this green forever

But I gotta treat it better

I would love to show you different

Take you out, let's go the distance

She's taking molly, I'ma sip champagne

I might take too much and forget my name

I'ma shoot at the logo, I'ma test my range

Two bad dimes, I'ma test my game

She says that I'm stupid, I guess we're the same

Showing no hoe where I'm laying my head

Thinking at night about the last words said

Been through the rough, so we're better as friends

Out of everyone it could be (could be)

Can you take your time and you'll see (you'll see)

Why the hell you never choose me (choose me)

Who would it be (who would it be)

Out of everyone it could be (could be)

Can you take your time and you'll see (you'll see)

Why the hell you never choose me (choose me)

Who would it be (who would it be)

And I got too deep in the things that we do now, girl

Took me a while, but I made you my world

Fuck with the niggas, you ain't think I was gonna feel it

Break the shit down, I ain't never gon' build it

I'm playing the music, you ain't never wanna hear it

Could you feel it in your soul to do it different

'Cause I'm coming with rapping, ain't New Edition

And you doing all that yapping, gotta do with business

Ain't materialistic, she fuck with Amiri

How you thinking you're rich, girl, you flying Spirit

I've been feeling like this is my crowning year

He's been pouring up drink to get out of here

I've been doing hoes nasty, keep on the low

And these niggas around me, they wanna score

You be thinking I'm crazy 'cause I wanted more

But I'm trying to be rich, that's my only goal