Lyrics Ford.Tough - Audra the Rapper, Ye Ali, KydNice

Ford.Tough

Yea…
ATR
Yea
Put my life in this shit
Fuck your deal im writing my shit
Niggas dont even know money no more
On the 'gram flexing but they swiping and shit
Got Damn… ain't life
Find me one bitch thats wifey equipped
All these hoes shop at the same Instagram boutique
With their Kylie collagen lips
Got Damn am I saying too much
Trying to shine like Rick Ruler
Told your nigga pull up
He ain’t even do nothing
Avion no ice dont need two cups
I dont did all that
Just touched down, where the rental at
And I been all that
They use to say I wouldn’t be shit
I remember that yea yea
Am I saying too much
I been on the grind
I doing too much
I been doing it all
I been doing it all
Not built
You not built for this
Not built
You niggas not built for this
Not built
You not built for this
Not built
You niggas not built for this
Got damn got damn got damn
I dont said it all
Im bout to set it off
No Cleo, Mrs Cleo couldn’t see this through a peep hole
No B-roll, closest thing I got to a plan B though
My niggas came real your niggas ain’t built
Ain’t built for this
Yall can’t really really feel this shit
I done known niggas that kilt for this
White picket fence house in the Hills and shit
Filthy rich all I aspire to be
Ching-Ching sound like a choir to me
Came for the bread and the cheese
No sides for me, you can hold that though
No second date if a nigga dont hold that door
Slide that chair then maybe he can slide in here
Im the type to elevate your life
Have a hood nigga in a haberdashery
Classically trained in the trap
All I know is you better have that cash for me
I remember when niggas wouldn’t ask for me
Now they saying too much
Yall playing too much
Know you ain’t built like me
No you dont keep it real like me, real like me
Know you ain’t built like me
No you dont keep it real like me, real like me
Look, me and Audra in the whip rolling backwoods
I was broke last year but the cash good
Nah nah you ain’t built like me
Nah you dont keep it real like me
Nah he dont make you feel like me
He dont hit it in your heels like me
I been finessing and jugging
Im a magnet for money and pussy
Im in LA Miami and Brooklyn
I can’t name all the cities im good in
Now you know I like my women chocolate
Got a thing for them hustlers and bosses
I pull up right at your apartment
I might dick her down and take her shopping
Cause baby this more than a crush
And baby you’re doing too much