Lyrics Made - Sy Ari Da Kid

Made

Nephew, it’s your turn
Get 'em, Stunna
Started off with a
That shit ain’t none of your business
No I ain’t snitching, try me like one of them niggas
Same nigga say he thuggin, but coming to witness
Hoe I’m a hustler, I sell a drug to a chemist
These niggas always showing up with some niggas
I might take one of your bitches
And the bitches
I might pull up in the drop
Broke nigga
I got a lot of paper
I’m tryna count numbers without denomanators
I’m just a presidential nigga, might see Obama later
In that hoe with them gun sounds, you would think Soulja Boy comintating
These niggas sweet like some
She said she like how I violate her
Yeah hoe, her
Niggas oh me a lot of favors
Niggas say they got akers
You ly, you got a lot of neighbors
I might pull up to your
Got the top like a hot potato
I’m just saying
Rappers ain’t saying nothing
And the old niggas can’t ajust
And the young niggas too much
Had to stay down and move up
Made men, I made you
Sware I used to steal cable
Can’t leave no money on the table
Can’t leave no money on the table
I live the fast life, you got a sad life
Real nigga too fly, word to my last flight
My money Shaq hight, I met her last night
She give me Facetime, I never had Skype
I like to brag right, you know you’re mad right
go get a bag like
Roll a blunt, pour a 4, she
I done heard enough questions
I ain’t ever gotta flex it
I could buy the whole club breakfast
I forgive but never forget it
I’m raising hell in this shit
Can’t get no better than this
Made men, I made you
Sware I used to steal cable
Can’t leave no money on the table
Can’t leave no money on the table
Yeah
Rich nigga shit
Boss lifestyle
Top floor
Chandeliers, marbel floors
Alexander Miqueens, poppin GTV, nigga
Got my nigga with me
Sy Ari da Kid
Blowin on them cubans
Yeah
Beezo
Lifestyle
Brr