Ford.Tough - Audra the Rapper, Ye Ali, KydNice

Yea…

ATR

Yea

Put my life in this shit

Fuck your deal im writing my shit

Niggas dont even know money no more

On the 'gram flexing but they swiping and shit

Got Damn… ain't life

Find me one bitch thats wifey equipped

All these hoes shop at the same Instagram boutique

With their Kylie collagen lips

Got Damn am I saying too much

Trying to shine like Rick Ruler

Told your nigga pull up

He ain’t even do nothing

Avion no ice dont need two cups

I dont did all that

Just touched down, where the rental at

And I been all that

They use to say I wouldn’t be shit

I remember that yea yea

Am I saying too much

I been on the grind

I doing too much

I been doing it all

I been doing it all

Not built

You not built for this

Not built

You niggas not built for this

Not built

You not built for this

Not built

You niggas not built for this

Got damn got damn got damn

I dont said it all

Im bout to set it off

No Cleo, Mrs Cleo couldn’t see this through a peep hole

No B-roll, closest thing I got to a plan B though

My niggas came real your niggas ain’t built

Ain’t built for this

Yall can’t really really feel this shit

I done known niggas that kilt for this

White picket fence house in the Hills and shit

Filthy rich all I aspire to be

Ching-Ching sound like a choir to me

Came for the bread and the cheese

No sides for me, you can hold that though

No second date if a nigga dont hold that door

Slide that chair then maybe he can slide in here

Im the type to elevate your life

Have a hood nigga in a haberdashery

Classically trained in the trap

All I know is you better have that cash for me

I remember when niggas wouldn’t ask for me

Now they saying too much

Yall playing too much

Know you ain’t built like me

No you dont keep it real like me, real like me

Know you ain’t built like me

No you dont keep it real like me, real like me

Look, me and Audra in the whip rolling backwoods

I was broke last year but the cash good

Nah nah you ain’t built like me

Nah you dont keep it real like me

Nah he dont make you feel like me

He dont hit it in your heels like me

I been finessing and jugging

Im a magnet for money and pussy

Im in LA Miami and Brooklyn

I can’t name all the cities im good in

Now you know I like my women chocolate

Got a thing for them hustlers and bosses

I pull up right at your apartment

I might dick her down and take her shopping

Cause baby this more than a crush

And baby you’re doing too much