I'm Still

Money long, the night is young (another one)

The world is ours - DJ Khaled

I know a lot of niggas in here prolly hate me right now

But I'll drink to that, I'll drink to that

That ain't gon' change a thing (nooo)

Still gon' do my thing

I'm still yeah yeah

Still gon' go and get mine

Still gon' keep on winnin

Still gon' keep it one hunnid every time

(I'm still) I'm still eating when them niggas throw shots

(I'm still) I'm still still gon' end up on top

I'm still

(Pussy ass niggas stop hating)

Ralph, Uh

Niggas be women like hoes be women

Look at me close, there is no sympathy

Those with envy be throwing subliminal quotes

I'd rather them warring with me

If only I hate them (word), like Tony Montana, except, no Manolo

She love me for another cuelo (word)

These dudes is snakes these women is vultures

Who am I to trust, who gon' ride for me

Who gon' light somebody's body up when I be like "Yup", they squeeze

Comfortably (ohh), and that new custom piece

My Tisci t-shirt a couple of G's

I talked to a bunch of G's just like a frozen tundra speech

And the Lambo feel what a real nigga doin 110 skrr in it, yeah

And the world so ill when the boy get funny over money or a girl on ya, uh

Let it marinate, uh, what, let me correlate, uh, let them niggas hate

But never ever let a women tell a nigga "Wait"' uh, swag

Most of these niggas ain't raw most of these ain't poppin' (ain't poppin')

Most of these niggas ain't balling most of these niggas they starving

Talking cars and, what the fuck

They don't even got em

So high don't see no problems

Bitch I'm on them trees like Tarzan

Aw man (aw man), I want all my cheese like Robin

Shrimp or calamari I'm a young nigga with options

Mm, and you close but you ain't close enough

In the VIP call me the poster child from posting up

Top floor suite we going up; D.A.F. I'm dope as fuck

Woo, hundred bottles comin' that mean a hundred bottles gettin' opened up

Rolex face all frozen expect ya'll to hate you ain't supposed to love it

She backing up, like a Tonka truck

Fuck boy, I kept it real, came up

Wake up, feeling blessed, pockets full, no stress

At the shop, we the best

Cutting checks, eating good

Loving life, projects all night

(I'm still) I'm still gon' shine bright in that limelight

Ok now it's no more Mr. nice guy

If you niggas couldn't see me in the day time

Girl you got a better chance getting a day job

Your career wouldn't blow away the napalm (boom)

Silly motherfucka, who knows how to win the game on the buzzer

I'm the type to make a whole lot of money

Buy a whole new crib cus I'm bored as a mother

And it's still fuck hater

Still gon' ball like Kobe from the Lakers

Still we the best, and it's still hood nation

And I'm still gonna smoke even if I'm on papers

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