Budget

Just left the house, 12 busted, I was lucky
In the late 90s I wasn’t even rapping, I was hustling
You got a Master’s degree but your shoes so fucking dusty
Graduated from Georgia Tech and don’t got nothing
No dunkin', end of discussion
I’m not a professor but I’m saying fuck a budget
Budget, I don’t do the budget
Louis leggings, fuck clothes, all I pack is jewelry
Fours on my Masi, make it look like it got crushed
You want a Halle Berry bitch than ball like David Justice
I need some weed cause my weed is so musty
Left with your main bitch and she don’t even know what brunch is
Sipping on that Actavis you sipping Robitussin
Acting like you leaning but you know you really flexing
I’m stupid Gucci, shouting Gucci, yeah I overdoes it
I signed Black Migo Scooter, and told him fuck a budget
up the house, 12 busted, I was lucky
In the late 90s I wasn’t even rapping, I was hustling
You got a degree but your shoes so fucking dusty
Graduated from Georgia Tech and don’t got nothing
Budget, budget, motherfuck a budget
Budget, budget, motherfuck a budget
1017 that’s my clique, we the brick squad
Y’all all on my dick like a bitch, you the dick squad
There’s plenty pieces of the puzzle but nigga I’m the big pawn
So ask your boys bout Jay and Gucci Mane, we the brick boys
Riding in Mobile with the scrap like I’m Rick
Two half a million dollar chains like I’m Tit Boi
Money got to get real fat, I’m a big boy
Tried to lock me up for five doves, big boy