Thrilliam - recognition Lyrics

Don't do it for the money no I do it for the recognition
I got hella fire look it up and I'm that definition
All these girls trynna fuck me but don't like the exhibition
Paparazzi clickin photos now this shit like repitition
You can try and run that race, but I got track stars at my place
Marathon, sprintin pace, yeah I did 50 in a day
I been gettin money I got guap in my hands
I been flexin dummy cuz I got Dolce in my pants
I been flexin Prada bags, Fendi on my bitch too
Louis hold my glock, and Versace on my shoes
Gucci make my socks, and my whiskey labels blue
Rari make my drop, but I got lambs on my coupes
Don't do it for the money no I do it for the recognition
I got hella fire look it up and I'm that definition
All these girls trynna fuck me but don't like the exhibition
Paparazzi clickin photos now this shit like repitition
Bounce out of my house and I hop in my whip
Loaded k on me yeah I keep it on my hip
Pull up on them photo clickers, bounce out with my crew of hitters
All we do is pull them triggers, hit 'em right there in they livers
I don't fuck with interviews I answer questions with my nines
Foot down on they neck and I'm stompin out they light
Only room for one of us and it's gon' be my lime
Only big dogs in this club we keep exclusive lines
Don't do it for the money no I do it for the recognition
I got hella fire look it up and I'm that definition
All these girls trynna fuck me but don't like the exhibition
Paparazzi clickin photos now this shit like repitition

Don't do it for the money no I do it for the recognition
I got hella fire look it up and I'm that definition
All these girls trynna fuck me but don't like the exhibition
Paparazzi clickin photos now this shit like repitition
You can try and run that race, but I got track stars at my place
Marathon, sprintin pace, yeah I did 50 in a day
I been gettin money I got guap in my hands
I been flexin dummy cuz I got Dolce in my pants
I been flexin Prada bags, Fendi on my bitch too
Louis hold my glock, and Versace on my shoes
Gucci make my socks, and my whiskey labels blue
Rari make my drop, but I got lambs on my coupes
Don't do it for the money no I do it for the recognition
I got hella fire look it up and I'm that definition
All these girls trynna fuck me but don't like the exhibition
Paparazzi clickin photos now this shit like repitition
Bounce out of my house and I hop in my whip
Loaded k on me yeah I keep it on my hip
Pull up on them photo clickers, bounce out with my crew of hitters
All we do is pull them triggers, hit 'em right there in they livers
I don't fuck with interviews I answer questions with my nines
Foot down on they neck and I'm stompin out they light
Only room for one of us and it's gon' be my lime
Only big dogs in this club we keep exclusive lines
Don't do it for the money no I do it for the recognition
I got hella fire look it up and I'm that definition
All these girls trynna fuck me but don't like the exhibition
Paparazzi clickin photos now this shit like repitition