Stuck in My Ways Lyrics

Stuck in My Ways Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I bury you niggas in money
And then make it rain at your funeral
You flexing a ten and the twenties
Can tell that this money sh*t new to you
You get my chain, I don’t want it back
You wear that sh*t while they viewing you
I’m in the field like a running back
Jumping out that Benz like a hula hoop
Call me the GOAT, but I’m in a Lam
I jumped out the Porsche, and got me some grams
Ran up a check, start popping them bands
These niggas upset, thank God for my fam
Lord forgive me for totin’ these semis
And puttin’ these bad b**ches up in Fendi
I got a fetish for gettin’ this cheddar
Ain’t going out bad when I’m in the city

[Chorus]
I ain’t gotta front, I get what I want
If shawty a baddie, I hit from the front
She got a fattie, I hit from the back
They should have never let me get a sack
Oh yeah
I’m living legend, I swerve in that Lambo like I’m in the pack
Oh yeah
I’m going hard for this paper, they hating, ain’t cuttin’ no slack (Get it back, get it back)
Stuck in my ways, chasing this paper, been up for some days
f**king lil shawty, I let her hang with me, she f**kin’ amazed
Crib so big, to get to my bedroom, it’s f**kin’ a maze
Cut her a check and tell her behave

[Verse 2]
I don’t got time to be wasting my time
Too many bad b**ches waiting in line
That pussy good, I’ma take her to shine
She lose a point, it’ll make her a nine
She know I got some paper, I ain’t gotta pay her
She just want me to pay her some mind
She want a f**kin’ chaser, I’ma f**k her later
But I really can’t make up my mind
I want some money and I want some pussy (Some pussy)
No lyin’ like Lucious or Cookie
I built a empire sellin’ that fire
I stayed on the block in a hoodie (Check check)
I turn my Glock onto fully (Fully)
I let it wop on a bully
I’m gettin’ top in the telly (Ha)
It sound like she moppin’ spaghetti

[Chorus]
I ain’t gotta front, I get what I want
If shawty a baddie, I hit from the front
She got a fattie, I hit from the back
They should have never let me get a sack
Oh yeah
I’m living legend, I swerve in that Lambo like I’m in the pack
Oh yeah
I’m going hard for this paper, they hating, ain’t cuttin’ no slack (Get it back, get it back)
Stuck in my ways, chasing this paper, been up for some days
f**king lil shawty, I let her hang with me, she f**king amazed
Crib so big, to get to my bedroom, it’s f**kin’ a maze
Cut her a check and tell her behave

[Verse 3]
Ain’t no finessing (No)
Niggas they say it’s all love and it better be (Yuh)
Can’t get ahead of me (Whoa)
Whole ‘nother level, they ain’t on my pedigree
I got the recipe (Recipe)
I had to mix up the song with the melody (Mix it up)
f**k is you tellin’ me? (Tellin’ me)
Shawty be choosing to keep her from messing me (Yeah)
Sniper Gang with me like Kodak
Really got money and you know that (Know that)
Better pay the tab if you owe that (Yeah)
If a nigga start layin’ where your ho at
I’m from the north side of Philly my niggas will really send shot where your bro at (Shot)
I heard them niggas that’s helpin’ your hood got depressed when you hear you can’t go back (Whoo)

[Chorus]
I ain’t gotta front, I get what I want
If shawty a baddie, I hit from the front
She got a fattie, I hit from the back
They should have never let me get a sack
Oh yeah
I’m living legend, I swerve in that Lambo like I’m in the pack
Oh yeah
I’m going hard for this paper, they hating, they cuttin’ no slack (Get it man, get it man)
Stuck in my ways, chasing this paper, been up for some days
f**king lil shawty, I let her hang with me, she f**king amazed
Crib so big, to get to my bedroom, it’s f**kin’ a maze
Cut her a check and tell her behave