Lyrics September 7th - YFN Lucci

September 7th

Fake ass world, fake ass niggas, fake ass bitches
Fuck all you motherfuckers
Look, uh
World we live in
I swear I used to have a heart, it went ghost on me
I put my trust in a nigga and he stole from me
I said I can’t let no nigga take my soul from me
All I need is money, I don’t need no woman, yeah
You can’t save everybody you gotta pick and choose
My daddy always tell me not to be a fool
My auntie died when she was young, it left me critical
Muffin died when she was young, it left me miserable
Was a free agent, now I ball crazy
Big Cuban link, bustdown bracelets
Maybe we could fuck, but that’s all baby
Married to the money, bitch, I’m taken
Look, you only got one time to slip up
You only get one shot, nigga, what you miss for?
Nigga making diss songs we out here hitting their shit up
That money got too heavy so I started doing sit-ups
Look, if it ain’t about a bag I probably won’t pick up
Talkin' bout a bitch I probably had, I could give two fucks
She say she tryna be boo’d up, fuck her then I boot her
Pockets on Buddha, holy hallelujah
Look, rollin' like a scooter, gotta free my main man
Shawty was a shooter
Two hundred thousand on the airplane
I probably should’ve flew her, private
How the hell you made it out the zoo?
Grindin'
6 AM and a nigga in the booth
I ain’t got love for no buster ass nigga like you
I show love to all my thugs, I salute all my troops
Aye if you thug how we thug then I know what you been through
Long Live Nut, Free Ju
Stiff on a regular bitch
These Hermes seats, this ain’t no regular shit
A number two on a jet, this ain’t no regular shit
Like number two on a jet, these ain’t no regular kicks
Stiff on a regular bitch
These Hermes seats, this ain’t no regular shit
A number two on a jet, this ain’t no regular shit
Like number two on a jet, these ain’t no regular kicks