Addicted ft. Bwest Lyrics

Still on the block making change (cash )

Me and you are not one in the same ( Woo)

Stayed true and I stay in my lane ( yep)

I want money I don't want the fame (Nah)

Addicted to go getting paid ( cash)

Me and you are not one in the same (Woo)

I want money I don't want the fame (Nah)

And I'm still on the block make change (Aye)

Still on the block making change (cash)

Me and you are not one in the same (Woo)

Stayed true and I stay in my lane (Yep)

I want money I don't want the fame (Nah)

Addicted to go getting paid ( cash)

Me and you are not one in the same (Woo)

I want money I don't want the fame (Nah)

And I'm still on the block make change (Aye)

I'm addicted to go getting paid

Addicted to the fast cars like skates

Niggas around you gone like throw shade

You gotta shine on em til they in the grave

I'm just a young nigga who stuck in my ways

I swear I want money I don't want the fame

I swear me and you are not one in the same

And that's the just reason I been getting change

He don't know to hustle that shit is real strange

Cuz me with the money put that on the gang

The clan Wutang when it come to cake

I noticed the shit that you doing is fake

I'm in my own lane so we cannot relate

The cookie I smoke it's not good cuz it's great

Aroma gone make all the spectators hate

Run up and you catch a 9 to the face

Still on the block making change (cash)

Me and you are not one in the same (Woo)

Stayed true and I stay in my lane (yep)

I want money I don't want the fame (Nah)

Addicted to go getting paid ( cash)

Me and you are not one in the same (Woo)

I want money I don't want the fame (Nah)

And I'm still on the block make change (Aye)

Still on the block making change (cash)

Me and you are not one in the same (Woo)

Stayed true and I stay in my lane (Yep)

I want money I don't want the fame (Nah)

Addicted to go getting paid ( cash)

Me and you are not one in the same (Woo)

I want money I don't want the fame (Nah)

And I'm still on the block make change (Aye)

One point of my life I was drug addict

Perky Yield bars I was drug happy

I was on the look I was plug happy

Now I'm supplying niggas who supply the drug addicts

You looking at a drug addict

I developed bad habits

3 or 4 Xans no chaser

It was like 3 and a half bows on the table

We go get that money just to spend it

Cuz when you die you won't have a penny

And when you down Everybody Living

And when you up Everybody Bitchin

I'm selling bags to help with my tuition

No scholarships and Fafsa not fuckin with me

I got niggas penning for me in the prison

She like the way a nigga handle business

Started selling half a Os yea I grammed it out

Paid 150 yea that's a fair amount

Bagging 14 I done turned it to the whole thing

Choppa clear the oh scene

You a freak baby show me

Smoking Foreign Paris OG (Hey)