Issues Lyrics - Singles - Azizi Gibson

We going up up and away 

Money, ballin' 

Always stylin' 

Want it, got it 

Okay, buy it 

Cause a, riot 

Nigga, quiet 

Gotta try 

Get the fuck from out my face 

Pull up, pop up 

She a starter 

Don't get caught up 

You a baller 

Aim smarter 

Keep your feet up 

I'm sorry that's my motherfucking ego 

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I wanna grow up getting guwop 

Boy, I would rather die than put you on 

I've worked too hard for the mula 

I used to live abroad with the cool ones 

I feel like a star when it's lit up 

So you know there's plenty hoes in the picture 

Nah, we won't tell a soul, my nigga 

Your story's getting old, go figure 

I was sent to find you niggas 

(I was sent find all of you) 

I'm here to remind you niggas 

(I'm here to remind all of you, yeah) (I'm the Reaper) 

I was sent to find you niggas 

(I'm here to, here, here, here) 

Here to remind you niggas 

I'm the Reaper 

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Money, ballin' 

Always stylin' 

Want it, got it 

Okay, buy it 

Cause a, riot 

Nigga, quiet 

Gotta try 

Get the fuck from out my face 

Pull up, pop up 

She a starter 

Don't get caught up 

You a baller 

Aim smarter 

Keep your feet up 

I'm sorry that's my motherfucking ego 

That ballin' shit I been about since a youngin on the corner 

Was in them old school cars, go creepin' by 

Like I need one when I'm on it 

Playin' the field, tryna come up on a mil' 

Visible set with the grill 

Crackin' the seal, pour this champagne till it's spilled 

Tell them bitches how I feel 

Nothin' gon' hold me back 

Fuck them niggas never cut them slack 

Numb my worth and go and double that 

Never let my feelings get attached 

Keep it one hundred from the start 

Always get the money a la carte 

Separate from the haters and the bitches 

Cause I made a move, and I made it far, and I made a mark 

And they devastating cause I'm elevated 

Bought the section and they never made it 

Red carpet, dreamin' on a hoe 

See it, buy it then I let it show 

Bust a band and I let it go 

Bust a band and I throw some more 

Want a thoroughbred for the steelo 

That fell in love with my ego 

Money, ballin' 

Always stylin' 

Want it, got it 

Okay, buy it 

Cause a, riot 

Nigga, quiet 

Gotta try 

Get the fuck from my my face 

Pull up, pop up 

She a starter 

Don't get caught up 

You a baller 

Aim smarter 

Keep your feet up 

I'm sorry that's my motherfucking ego