YFN Lucci - Testimony (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci] Lately I've been runnin' round chasin' millions Usually I be runnin' round chasin' women, hey But it's a lot of Os in the kitchen We got a lot sold, yeah, we get it You can't trust a soul in this business There a lot of fake love and pretendin' I swear I'm spent like a rose up in linens sh** crazy, could have had a role before 20 This is a whole 'nother 20 I love when that money talk to me Like your girl when we f**, she talk to me She love when I bite on that p**y If you searchin' for love, keep lookin' I'm so above these rookies, yeah I'm so above they lookin' Pour up and pour up a cup for your n***a Straight out the mud I grew up with them n***as, hey A whole lot of pain I promise these n***as I don't f** with no n***a sh** is not the same, I swear these n***as is not the same Everythin' changed, all you n***as changed, yeah, yeah [Chorus: YFN Lucci, Monica & Boosie Badazz] This my testimony, yeah (this is mine) I'm so obsessed with money I gotta keep a weapon on me, yeah I swear a n***a gotta keep a weapon on me I'm somewhere sippin' on 'em My b**h always trippin' on me (oh) Fake friend went missin' on me (oh) But we ain't even trippin' on it, yeah This my testimony, yeah (my testimony) I swear I'm so obsessed with money, yeah (obsessed with money, yeah) I got to keep a weapon on me, yeah (I keep mine, n***a) This my testimony, yeah, yeah, yeah (Boosie Badazz, n***a, I got a testimony) [Verse 2: Boosie Badazz] sh**, when I was a local rapper I traded out s** for money Made my b**h write bad checks for money Shoot off a n***a whole neck for money Kept a weapon on me Had a little man ego Wishin' I was Nino before he turned rat though Tried to whip it on my own in the kitchen at first But it hurt when it didn't come back though Old lady goin' crazy on me I'm steady makin' babies on her Got blessed, made it off the corner Now my other baby mommas, now they hatin' on us This my testimony n***a, hittin' at me with them .45 Prayers every night that I don't die Two .40s on my hip 'cause I go live Warners Brothers on the line, this is '05 Now my friends gettin' a little jealous Same motherf**ers who I used to shoot pellets Stealin' out the pot, sayin' Boosie boo selfish If you steal from a n***a, to the cops you a tell it Diabetes, tired of stickin' myself, n***a On lock down, facin' d**h, n***a Came home, blown up then I got cancer But God found the answer This my testimony [Chorus: YFN Lucci & Monica] Yeah, this my testimony, yeah (this my testimony) I'm so obsessed with money I gotta keep a weapon on me, yeah (gotta keep it) I swear a n***a gotta keep a weapon on me I'm somewhere sippin' on 'em My b**h always trippin' on me Fake friend went missin' on me But we ain't even trippin' on it, yeah (this ain't right) This my testimony, yeah I swear I'm so obsessed with money, yeah I got to keep a weapon on me, yeah This my testimony, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh, oh, oh, woah) [Outro: Monica] This is my, this is my