Thought I

[Intro]
ProtegeBeatz
Yung Lan on the track
I flex on these niggas, I flex on these bitches
I get to the money, I get to the riches
My cup full of mud 'cause I came out the trenches
Huh, bitch

[Verse 1]
I flex on these niggas, I flex on these bitches (flex)
Get to the money, I get to the riches (racks)
Cup full of mud 'cause I came out the trenches (drank)
Run with the sack, I’ma run up my digits (what?)
Run with the sack, I’ma run up my digits (yeah)
Don’t care bout the ticket (don’t care)
My niggas they 'bout it, my niggas we with it (yeah)
We leaving no witness (rrah)
All of my niggas they really gang bang (gang)
Most of these niggas they sounding the same (what?)
Stay in your place, better stay in your lane (grrah)
Fuck with the squad, then we busting your brain (bah)
Fly private jet cause I don’t do the planes, I don’t do the planes (we don't)
I bust down your bitch just like I’m Johnny Dang (she basic)
'Cause she was plain (what?)
I flex on a nigga (flex)
I flex on a bitch, I walk with a stick (grrah)
Some niggas stay loyal (they are)
Some niggas switched up, I ain’t even rich (not yet)
Don’t fuck with the gang (don’t do it)
Don’t fuck with the gang or I’m sending the blitz (Go get 'em)
I thought that I told you (I thought)
I thought that I told you that we with the shits (grrah)

[Chorus]
Thought that I told you that we with the shit (what?)
Thought that I told you that we getting rich (yeah)
Thought that I told you that we busting bricks (huh?)
Too many niggas that broke and can’t fix (nah)
Thought that I told you (yeah)
My niggas is soldiers, thought that I told you (I thought)
I thought that I told you (what?)
My niggas is soldiers, shit getting colder (brrr)
Thought that I told you that we hit the licks (what?)
Thought that I told you we been in the mix (grrah)
Fuck with the gang and I’m sending the blitz
Thought that I told you, can’t love on them tricks (bitch)
Thought that I told you (huh?)
My niggas is colder, niggas is soldiers (brrr)
Thought that I told you (yeah)
My money is longer, shit getting older (racks)

[Verse 2]
I fuck on your bitch and I hop on a jet
Don’t tell her bye, I didn’t send her the text (I don't)
Don’t want relations, I just want the sex (smash)
Can’t fall in love, I’m in love with a check (racks)
Bust down a bitch then I bust down my neck (what?)
Shoot for the gang, what the fuck you expect? (bah)
Got drip on my shoes, got drip on my clothes
What? why? my diamonds is wet (Domingo)