Luhh Dyl Speak On Fortune Lyrics

[Intro]
Gang, uh-uh (Yeah)
Uh, oh yeah
Gang, gang, gang, gang (Uh, slow down)
Uh, gang, go get them, go get them, yeah (Uh)
Slow down (Gang, oh yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse]
The money I'm spendin' on clothes is the money you spendin' on mortgage (Mortgage)
I don't like to talk about hoes, I feel like that topic get boring (Boring)
Go blow a hundred thousand, that's cheap (That's cheap)
Two-fifty plus already, keep scorin' (Keep goin')
Hit the bank for the third time this week (This week)
Know my card probably tired, we keep goin' (Skrrt)
Who is these niggas? They boys
Like [?][0:28], they jewelry be made out of foil (Foil)
I can't cuff no bitch, put my eggs in one basket, you trippin', what happen, one spoil?
Niggas wasn't there in the trenches (Wasn't there), ain't shit in the kitchen, we had to get hot dogs and boil 'em
I'm on the way to get rich, or, I'm already rich, but I'd rather not speak on fortune (I'm already rich)
Huh, nigga look wrong, we torch 'em, niggas broke everyday, livin' in torture (Just sad)
He ain't really ballin', he forcin', every time I touch the rock, I score it (No cap)
Cuban link iced out, it drip to the floor
See me out, it's a hundred shots or more (On bro) I love thick hoes a lot (Know that), galore
Take him out the game, he don't be a good sport
Hit heads if I crack this four, my life a gamble, every day a new bet
My life a movie, every day a new set
You accept shit for what it is, no sweatin'
You can go try to find better, I'll let you
But as soon as you do, I'ma shoot up the weddin'
Lost child, I be feelin' like Kevin, I'm home alone with my bitch, walkin' 'round naked (Kevin)
Huh, is it hot in this bitch, or it just me? (Huh)
I got fifty somethin' thousand in just jeans (Just jeans)
I spent ten somethin' thousand on just weed (Just weed)
Can't trip on a bitch or a bitch needs
I'm the man, really, I'm the one that the bitch need (I'm what the bitch need)
If a bitch suck dick and cook clean, then I'll probably do somethin' like pay her car lease (Or somethin')
Brodie caught him a body and ain't tell nobody, these niggas be worse than iCarly (Fumble)
In the GLE, this bitch kissin' the curb, if I drive by fast, I'm sorry

[Outro]
Huh, In the GLE, this bitch kissin' the curb, if I drive by fast, I'm sorry
Alright, uh-huh, uh, gang, gang, gang, gang
Uh, nigga, gang, gang, gang, gang