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young drop - focused lyrics

[chorus: young drop]
ever since a youngin’ i’ve been focused on that money
when she see you got that paper bet she peel just like a onion
ima always keep it real
ask my brotha i’m one hunnid
and these n-ggas thsy be hatin
i swear that don’t mean nothin
got my money up i’m on, big backwoods i’m gone
these b-tches still on me, but that money’s all i want
ima get that money ima take off, don’t give a d-mn bout what they say i’ll get that cake dawg

[verse 1: marsahn]
ooohhh, i got these n-ggas so upset, because of my success i’m just tryna be the best, no i can’t f-ck with nothing less, uh i get a check just to go run it up, noticed the hate soon as i started coming up, swear they be wishing to be in this position like i got ya girl and we on a mission, so its f-ck the girl, excuse me that’s pitching yo let’s f-ck the world, i keep a s no i ain’t talking plural right on my chest, times was tough and i stayed strong, lights shined when i came on, time p-ssed now i’m steady seeing tattoos with my name on i’m blessed
tell them n-ggas i’m blessed 2x
and we just really some young n-ggas just changing after that check, and them f-ck boys keep hating tell me why the f-ck the girls keep trading sides with n-ggas then playing dumb like we dont know you chasing that paper, you won’t there first me i was broke, now that you see me making that dough, you approach me and i know you ain’t really down for me fasho…d-mn

[verse 2: z-dot]
ima guap chaser, ima money tracer, do the dash with the loot, call it money racing
getting bread ain’t talking wheat
young n-ggas vibing on the beat
money come like trick or treat, 10 ten toes down to my feet
off the top, jumping flows like hop scotch
people not hot, as they like to pop
time is money, focus on the wrist watch
had a meeting with the clock, said it ain’t got time to stop
so my wrist locked, from the grip of the tick tock
really just be z-dot, marsahn and young drop
taking this sh-t to the top, that’s just how we jitt’s rock
i’m drilling sh-t, and i’m feeling it
applying pressure, like colin caperkick
so i’m check in, 5’7 i stand
high off life, no telling where i’m bout to land

- young drop lyrics

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