Went Pro

Chase BenJ, ADoubleM
ADoubleM, we get money quick
Yeah, yeah, yeah
They seem me ballin' now
Bitch, I go to work, I’ll never call in now
Gotta get the bag first, that’s what it’s all about
Tryin' get up on they feet, I see 'em crawlin' now
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m ballin' like I just went pro
They got a bag, then they went broke
I can never be around them people, yeah
Cause they just wanna be around when they need you
I’m ballin' like I just went pro
They got a bag, then they went broke
I was smoking gas, then drove
You don’t see the passenger, cause her head went low
I was laughing to the bank, but I’m not a comedian
I’m from Brooklyn, I be cooking, I gotta lotta ingredients
I got the secret sauce
I’m dive when I’m at the pot
So cold, get Goosebumps, no Travis Scott
Feel like an astronaut
My pockets running outta space
Upgraded my life, these niggas outta date
Think life is a game, gotta learn how to play it
They dead broke, they In Too Deep, like a dead body by a lake
Everybody tryin' get on their feet, But they fallin' victim
I try and tell 'em, ya gotta get a bag and beat the system
But some niggas is to fake, gotta take 'em out like a wisdom
Look bitch I’m too sick, but I ain’t got no symptoms
I be rollin' up the medicine, In my zone I feel better than I eva' been
All eyez on me, I’m chosen, picture me rolling
Came up through the dark night, like Christopher Nolan
Hook x 1
Verse 2 — Sha Mula:
I am coming through pardon me, bitch, I be where the party be
Stompin' 'em out, I got them bloody shoes
I ain’t talkin' 'bout Cardi B
When I got that 5th it sound like harmony
I’mma get my green, just like that goblin, in that Peter Parker scene
Straight
My bitch pull up and pull my pants off
This bitch wanna shake her ass, I said, I got something she can dance on
My weed strong like Lance Arm
This shit littie, no lamp on
When it hit that time of the month, I’mma have you bleeding like a tampon
Be honest, ya’ll niggas ain’t got no dollars
Why the fuck ya’ll walkin' around here broke, like ya ain’t got no pockets
They got my mans and 'em, they stranded up on Rikers Island
I’m like Montana when I hand a bitch that Miley Cyrus
Where you going
I’mma fuck your bitch and have her riding on my unicorn
When I school these niggas, man, they gotta wear their uniform
My baby 9 gotta put that work in if my shooter gone
Now if they sleepin', I’m wakin' 'em up
Just like a new alarm
I’m ballin' bitch, I’m goin' pro
She rode me like a rodeo
When I say I got that magazine, I ain’t talking 'bout Rolling Stone
My Brooklyn niggas might gun you down, you steady runnin' your runnin' mouth
Ya’ll niggas better walk around with them scissors boy, and cut it out
I’m balling like the first round pick
I’mma swerve off when I’m in my whip
Please do not converse with me
If it ain’t an emergency
All I spit flames
Everything I touch gets third degree
Pre-Hook