YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Funds

Lyrics

(I came a long way)

Walk-up at Saks and spent eighty grand
It won't be the ops
Broke ass nigga start to diss, he a fag
Tell the young nigga just stop
And I been getting money since I learned that I can
now it cost me
I be switching up the mode 
Holding on to my pole on my side bae

Different type of flex I don't need more cars
(slime)
Red, green flag, he a gang member
(mine)
That's my bruh, and ima paint with him
Hit a fuck nigga up, keep a stain with him
You ain't finna score shit, shouldn't have came with him
Post up with the sticks no 
bitch, kill them all, they some lane switchers
My clique sеnd them all at your brain niggas

Top of the business I got morе points then a 
Tat your arm up, before you shoot 
on my grave, nigga, chain 
Scary ass nigga, got no aim, how you miss that
Murder through any hood, same with (Big Hat ?)
X shit, my little nigga (SoWee ?) bang 
talking to the killers up in Glendale
You ain't got to check shit that was a 

Count a million cash got the time going slow
Drugs keep a nigga calm from the shit I've seen
Riding a wraith out through the night
I'm keeping it clean

Shorty want me, her ex fuck with my ex
first time, had to tell the queen, stop that
Boss up, cause  that you bout that
Can't let a nigga think you an outlet
It ain't nothing you can't get, you a breadwinner
Took the heart off of  left the head with her
Standing on stage, in the back 
Already got my niggas to stalking, he a dead 

Before I departed away from my soul
Told you my son 
He get  in this bitch and get hit with the stick
Make sure that they lay in the grave with him

Came through, shots out , home run, 
Keep your cool
Standing on business, don't break no rules
Never for a penny
I ain't buying that cash, I get it rented
I be on they ass, 
I popped that boy, I'm mad I ain't finish
You 

Count a million cash got the time going slow
Drugs keep a nigga calm from the shit I've seen
Riding a wraith out through the night
I'm keeping it clean

Shorty want me, her ex fuck with my ex
first time, had to tell the queen, stop that
Boss up, cause  that you bout that
Can't let a nigga think you an outlet
It ain't nothing you can't get, you a breadwinner
Took the heart off of  left the head with her
Standing on stage, in the back 
Already got my niggas to stalking, he a dead 

(Count a million cash, got the time going slow)
(OooOo)