Give and Go - Chris Travis

Aye, yeah

Old money, aye aye aye

Shawty where my money, yea

Shawty where my money, yea

Aye where my money

Aye

Yeah I get it in, four years in

Feeling like twenty, these rappers kids

Smoking by myself, nigga don’t pass

Came in first but left out last

Watch the fucking paint, it’s dripping like the drank

I get big money, you get pocket change

Say they pray for change but can’t change theyself

Still on the top and I ain’t ask for help

Watch your fucking step, aye I’m coming through

Two thousand for my shoes, could have been a fool

But I played it smart

Made it out the heart

Of my fucking city

Now where do I start?

Moved to LA, it’s time to get paid

Met up with L’s

Shit ain’t been the same

Boy I changed the game, left my mark in it

You just jump ships when they start sinking

Park anywhere, fuck the damn blinkers

All these lame niggas really fooling people

Roll up with my heater, I can’t trust a soul

I know you heard it once but ima say it mo'

Give and go, aye

Give and go, aye

Give and go, aye

Sipping slow, aye

I got a slow pace, stick and move race

I don’t like to date, I just want the face

I just want the cake, I don’t need no feelings

Higher than a grace, I don’t need no ceilings

All these blunts I face, aye

All these blunts I face, take me away