Young Chop - Love Sosa Freestyle lyrics

Yeah n***a Trapfornia Im back to my old ways Its Young Sam Let's Gooooooooo In a new benz presidential tint i think that im OBAMA Brokes hoes get out the way im only after commas And Mo comma's and Mo comma's and more dollars im hungry These raps n***a's don't want beef i eat em up like i got the munchies Never thirsty for no b**h laugh cuhz you f**ing with my old b**h Think you f**ing with my new b**h yo sh** gotta be exclusive My whole team gotta be on My whole team gotta smoke strong My whole team money gotta be long Or see the crossroads like bone flocking in yo home Some n***a's do drive by's Or walk ups it don't matter n***a's starving for that paper Tryna get our pockets fatter Imam rude boy imam problem child behind the scenes ya don't know me No i am not chief keef but i still think that i am kobe And lebron james and kevin durant im balling you just warm the bench My pa**port got stamped hella times im f**ing hoes who speak french Was a young n***a with no clothes Used to borrow my brother swag Back then didn't have sh** Now that slow money coming so fast Flying first cla** Thank god Ghetto n***a Bad report card Used to f** hoesss by the bleachers Now im charging people for features In another world my brain gone Tryna maintain a steady income Everybody wanna copy n***a's swag damn And you still trynaaa get some If i ain't smoking weed im on the way to get it If i ain't getting money whats the point of living Them n***a's say they balling i don't see them dribbling All i want is money you could have these b**hes If i ain't smoking weed im on the way to get it If i ain't getting money whats the point of living Them n***a's say they balling i don't see them dribbling All i want is money you could have these b**hes All i want is 100's all i want is 50's f**ing with my money you goon meet my semi Shout-out to my city #TRAPfornia reaping Goons by the 110 intersection Crazy 4 this ink i told her wipe me down She didn't like me back then but she like me now This what i told the b**h If it ain't making money It ain't making sense Young n***a out here tryna pay the rent And stack bread on major sh** Is you with it She with it Turn around lemme hit it Rubber bands on my bankrolls and don't you forget it Not co*ky or stocky nor am i rocky So i keep 9 on my side just incase you try to pop me If i ain't smoking weed im on the way to get it If i ain't getting money whats the point of living Them n***a's say they balling i don't see them dribbling All i want is money you could have these b**hes If i ain't smoking weed im on the way to get it If i ain't getting money whats the point of living Them n***a's say they balling i don't see them dribbling All i want is money you could have these b**hes