2k24 Lyrics

Ha, yeah

Man, What the fuck?

Huh, yeah

Ayy

It takes one to know one, your brother broke so I know you ain't got no motion neither

You need to take your own advice if you're supposed to preach it

Went to bed Friday, dreaming about how I'll make more this weekend

These thot bitches who tryna finesse be my thirteenth reason

Ain't lying about the shit that I be saying, so I'm comfortable speaking

Just sparked a blunt before I punched now I'm coming through tweaking

As long as you ain't fucking up my bag then I'm humble competing

I'm talking hot to hustlers, this a pledge of allegiance

With or without you, I'm gon' stack this fucking money up

So high up at the top, wouldn't reach the clouds if I bungee jumped

My momma ain't raise up no dummy just a hustler

Know I can make a band before you get the courage mustered up

Only rolling exotic weed, ain't touching junkie dust

Bro going through his bitch phone like, "Who is such and such"?

Associated with them Ben Franklins, I make the hunnids jump

Golden child, I got the paper method, Midas money touch

It's really no days off for real, I got them all like, "Damn"

Everybody eating in my circle and it ain't off them stamps

Until you show me benefits, I won't show my hand

Deeper than the ocean, stepping out look like a marching band

You think that you a fashion demon?, that's a cardigan

Judge slapped me hard, gon' be a year until I drive a car again

Supply the need and profit off the fiends, re-up the carts again

When everybody betting on you losing, it be hard to win

But fuck how they feel, and fuck what they say

Put that shit on flyer then planes walking through TSA

Got word and called down to my brother in the same damn day

If I was still down rugged in that state I'd be in DJJ

In the club they saying run it back, scratch the DJ tape

Before I see these sneaky links, I need to go and see more pape

Bro done asked me for advice, I told him, "Do something great"

I told my momma 2k24 gon' run on 20k