[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Lately I've been running round chasing millions
Usually I be running round chasing women
But it's a lot of Os in the kitchen
We got a lot sold yeah we get it
You can't trust a soul in this business
There a lot of fake love and pretending
I swear I'm spent like a rose up in linens
Shit crazy could have had a role before 20
This is a whole 'nother 20
I love when that money talk to me
Like your girl when we fuck she talk to me
She love when I bite on that pussy
If you sucked you'll feel lucky, lucky
I'm so above these rookie
I'm so above they looking
Pour up and pour up a cup for your nigga
Straight out the mud like I grew up with them niggas
A whole lot of pain I promise these niggas
I don't fuck with no nigga
Shit is not the same, I swear these niggas is not the same
Everything changed all you niggas changed
[Hook: YFN Lucci]
This my testimony
I'm so obsessed with money
I got to keep a weapon on me
I swear a nigga gotta keep a weapon on me
I'm somewhere sipping [?]
My bitch always tripping on me
Fake friend went missing on me
But we ain't even tripping on it
This my testimony
I swear I'm so obsessed with money
I got to keep a weapon on me
This my testimony[Boosie Badazz]
I keep mine nigga
Boosie Badazz nigga
I got a testimony
[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
Shit, when I was a local rapper
I traded out sex for money
Made my bitch write bad checks for money
Shoot off a nigga whole neck for money
Kept a weapon on me
Had a lil man ego
Wishing I was Nino before he turned rat though
Tried to whip it on my own in the kitchen at first
But it hurt when it didn't come back though
Old lady going crazy on me
I'm steady making babies on her
Got blessed made it off the corner
Now my other baby mommas now they hating on us
This my testimony
Nigga hitting at me with them .45
Prayers every night that I don't die
Two .40s on my hip cause I go live
Warners brothers on the line this is 05
Now my friends getting a little jealous
Same motherfuckers who I used to shoot pellets
Stealing out the pot saying Boosie boo selfish
If you steal from a nigga to the cops you a tell it
[?] on lock down facing death nigga
Came home blown up then I got cancer
But God found the answer
This my testimony[Hook: YFN Lucci]
This my testimony
I'm so obsessed with money
I got to keep a weapon on me
I swear a nigga gotta keep a weapon on me
I'm somewhere sipping [?]
My bitch always tripping on me
Fake friend went missing on me
But we ain't even tripping on it
This my testimony
I swear I'm so obsessed with money
I got to keep a weapon
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