14VVS, FarrellB - Sacco & Vanzetti Lyrics

She so different, she get money all on her own
She so different, she gonna pass by my home
I'm not on a pill but I'm high
She told me that you not that guy
Her words would make a nigga cry
And it made me cry
I'm not on a pill but I'm high
She told me that you not that guy
Her words would make a nigga cry
And it made me cry
And it made me cry
And it made me cry
And it made me cry

Know them bands is still her heart
Owe the world everything, it's just my heart
And I put my soul on god
Imma be rich one day on god
Imma be rich one day oh lord
She money, she want all of it
She see them bands she like oh lord
I got the power we moving up like a T.V with no cord
All of these bitches gon say that they saw
All of my nigga's be burning on gas
All of my nigga's be post with a gat
All of my nigga's be sipping on yak
I'm in her mouth like plaque
I wrote a song it's gon' get me a plaque
These nigga's pussy not talking a cat
Marco Vincent I'm posted up
You niggas posted up on the IG with a gat
We gonna be on his head like a hat
Fuck it we gonna keep going
We gonna spend his block till that boy gone
She call me a dick
I told that girl beat me I'm not talking porn

Imma be rich one day on god
Have a bad bitch one day on god
Live will be lit one day on god
Imma go all in and win all my chips on god
All of these hate I can't see through the fog
Hundreds on hundreds they green as the yard

Me and my niggas be sipping on yack
I get the Choppa its on my backpack
Call up my twin and you know we don't lack
She wanna pull up and lick on my sack
Big like Fazo thats a rack
Hit that hoe from the back
Hit that hoe from the back
Hit that hoe from the back
She wanna slide
She wanna ride
She want the racks
But I'm that guy
She wanna slide
She wanna ride
She want the racks
But I'm that guy
Baby I don't know how you do that
Making your broken heart go through that
Baby I don't know how you do that
Making your broken heart go through that
Baby I don't know how you do that
Woah, Woah, Woah, Uh