This For The (Feat. Quando Rondo)

Ooh Ooh Slime Ey Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again This for them bitches who thinkin' they real, but really they fake This for them niggas who think that they thuggin', but really the ain't This for them niggas that really be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain I married that choppa you know that she wit it I call her my ba-a-ae These niggas ain't shit, yea, don't know why they hatin' on me I'ma run up that money, I still be stuntin' Got blue faced hunnits on me I'ma keep goin' in and they keep on comin' Lotta faces on me I'm chasing that money, from Monday to Sunday Got a big bank on me Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again I do the dash in the winter, young nigga fly like propella brrr DJ Khaled, man I need me another one When we do it, do it better No, I'm not writing no letter NBA new Rockafeller These bitches ain't shit, wanna suck on my dick Right after she fucked my nigga She raising her voice when I battle She tell me to go out, go faster I think that I'm losing my stamina I think that I need me a challenger Back at it again, just me and twins Tag teamin' her friend, we having her She told me she real but I know that she fake Lil' shorty ain't told me no capping her Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again This for them bitches that's thinkin' they real, but really they fake This for them niggas that's thinkin' that they thuggin', but really the ain't This for them niggas that really be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain I married that choppa you know that she wit it I call her my ba-a-ae These niggas ain't shit, yea, don't know why they hatin' on me I'ma run up that money, I steady be stuntin' Got blue faced hunnits on me I'ma keep goin' in and they keep on comin' Lotta faces on me I'm chasing that money, from Monday to Sunday Got a big bank on me Verse 2: Quando Rondo Too many bands in my bank account A lot of blue hunnits, a large amount Got a brick of some dope, put that shit on the boat When it come to the money, we ain't runnin' out No money buried in that Federal Niggas hate but they ain't on my level though I swear that they nowhere compatible Smokin' Gelato and sippin' on medical I'm really a felon, still grippin' the FN, might catch me a ca-a-ase Pull up to the show in a brand new Benz and we leave in a Wra-a-aith I told all my niggas: "It's no new friends", cause these niggas be fa-a-ake I got out my feelings and got in the bag, 30 racks in a sa-a-afe All of my niggas, they Crippin', they love them blue Benji's I run that check up, I guess that's why they hatin' Everyday I be drippin', these brand new Balenci's My shirt made by Louis, my shoes, they Givenchy My girl like that Gucci but I like the Fendi It's a deuce in my cup, I don't fuck with the Henny These chains 'round my neck cost a brand new Bent If you try to come take it, get hit with a semi I want the money, I want designer I want that bitch cause she look finer I want the Louis, I want the Fendi I mix Chanel belts with Givenchy He cappin' in rap, so no, I can't sign him He forgot I was on, man I had to remind him I'm not lost in the sauce, everyday I be grindin' Bust down Rollie, perfect timing Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again This for them bitches who thinkin' they real, but really they fake This for them niggas who think that they thuggin', but really the ain't This for them niggas that really be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain I married that choppa you know that she wit it I call her my ba-a-ae These niggas ain't shit, yea, don't know why they hatin' on me I'ma run up that money, I still be stuntin' Got blue faced hunnits on me I'ma keep goin' in and they keep on comin' Lotta faces on me I'm chasing that money, from Monday to Sunday Got a big bank on me Slime