Est Gee I Got 3Am Jan19 Lyrics

[Intro]
(I got K'Rounds)
Mm, mm (Shawty, I, I got everything you ever wanted)

[Verse 1]
Officially the richest to ever post up in the circle (Officially the richest)
I like my bitches yellow, money blue, I'm smokin' purple (I like my— mm, mm, FOREVEROLLING)
I would've went no shirt if I knew your BM was a squirter (I would've went no shirt if I knew your BM was a squirter)
I only know her as a ho, barely as a person (Yeah, yeah, barely as a person, huh)
My lil' nigga's still a scrape, so he can barely write in cursive (So he can barely write in cursive)
Who am I to say he can't? (Who am I to say he can't?) He get paid, so to him, he workin' (Paid, he workin')
But f*ck it, life gon' learn you (Life gon'—) 'til it burn you, and you can't even change it (Yeah, fah, fah, fah, fah)
Glad I keep my belt (Glad I keep my—), you might not expect when a nigga might need a spankin' (Fah, fah, fah)
Bakin' soda add some flavor (Soda), rock lock up, take concentration
Face to face for conversation (Conversation), on the phone be complicated (Complicated)
Old school (I'm old school), still f*ck with them old rules (f*ck with them old rules)
Like when a nigga snitch, then he get killed like he supposed to (Like he supposed to)
You know what I go through (You know what I go through), takin' care of my nigga's fam' (My nigga's fam')
Don't even stress it, I'ma handle it (Nigga, I got, I got, I got)
Cook it for you, help you bag it to the skillet (I got, I got)
Eggs scrambled, where the bread? Egg sandwich (I got, I got, I got, yeah)
[Chorus]
I got more money than all them put together on my mama (Yeah, I got more money than all them niggas in the f*ckin' world)
And the streets gon' always love me (Swear they gon'—), I passed out more phones than Obama (I passed out more phones than Obama)
And everybody a snake till they face to face with an anaconda (Face to face with a snake, with a snake)
I got, I got, I got, I got—
I got the most backdoors open for any nigga whoever (For any nigga whoever, yeah) 'Fore you let it be known it's up with me, better have your shit together (Yeah, better have your shit together)
The streets know me, they never heard of you, never (Yeah, yeah, the streets know it)

[Verse 2]
You snaked more nigga than you popped, I done killed more nigga than you shot (Ooh)
Wasn't gon' make this type of song, shit's so gangsta, how could I not?
Wasn't gon' f*ck that bitch no more, but she so cold, shit, how could I stop?
Shoulda told her 'fore you left out the spot to cover her eyes, so she don't see my watch
Nigga, imagine me wifin' a thot, nigga, imagine me missin' a drop (Ah, ah)
Or imagine 'em givin' my nigga them long ass sentences, want 'em to rot
Yeah, remind me to mind my business, don't be friendly 'cause niggas be hot
Yeah, remind me to f*ck they bitch, don't care if she an opp, I'm flyin' her out
Yeah, remember I gave her a lot to go in the post office, pick up a box
I'm watchin' her smile now, walkin' out gon' let her man get on with an ounce
I ain't even trippin', I'll help you out, huh, take these to the house
Whatever you make, keep that amount, you know I got too much to count
I got— (I got, I got so much money)
I got, I got—

[Chorus]
I got more money than all them put together on my mama (Yeah, I got more money than all them niggas in the f*ckin' world)
And the streets gon' always love me (Swear they gon'—), I passed out more phones than Obama (I passed out more phones than Obama)
And everybody a snake till they face to face with an anaconda (Face to face with a snake, with a snake)
I got, I got, I got, I got—
I got the most backdoors open for any nigga whoever (For any nigga whoever, yeah)
'Fore you let it be known it's up with me, better have your shit together (Yeah, better have your shit together)
The streets know me, they never heard of you, never (Yeah, yeah, the streets know it)
[Outro]
Yeah (Yeah, mm, mm, mm)