Wish Me Well 3 Coming Songtext
von YFN Lucci

KimJ with the heat
(LC)

Uh, look

Nowadays my money longer than Pinnochio nose
I remember when we used to four, four
I got a hunnid ways to get the dough
Trick a nigga out his jewelry, boy, you been a ho
R.I.P. my nigga Pat from the N.O., huh
I just gotta stay strapped, that′s my M.O
I ain't never learned how to adapt around no weirdo
We gon′ turn your big homie's bitch into a widow

You ain't gon′ let me get my rocks off, what you here for?
Cross a nigga like hot sauce for a kilo
Last chain that a nigga bought was a kilo
Fell in love with the strip club ′cause of Kilo, huh, nasty dime
They said they want smoke, why you askin' for cancer?
Pull up in the Ghost, I nicknamed it thе Casper
You ain′t never sold soap, but you claim you a trappеr
Every opp ho, I done had her


Someone stickin' dick in her bladder
See a Crown Vic, we skedaddle
See a opp bitch, we get active
Hit a top pick, we gon′ draft him
Nah, I ain't gotta get up outta character
Dope money, show money, slow money better than no money
Now I gotta closet full of old money
Used to be my dawg, now you dissin′ niggas, so funny

I was gon' let that shit live, but you know what
They said we hit up they crib, nigga, so what?
I pull up in all types of whips and you know it
It ain't nothin′ to get a nigga zipped and you know it
That stick got some tits on that bitch and it′s goin'
Name a strain off your homeboy
All this pain, I got no heart
We put K′s in our Goyard
Cartier frames, I look so smart
First day she came, I got brain, that bitch so smart

Drive the Hurricane in the rain like a go-kart
Fuck her 'til she came on the gang, I′m a pornstar
Look, never used the OnStar, I know that I'm goin′ far
Never used the long shot, I'm wettin' her like a loan shark on land
Tell me why these niggas quick to show they hand
Once you crossed the line, then that′s where you stand
I got murder on my mind, I′m just sayin'
But I′m tryna get rich as I can, yeah


I can't be trippin′ off bitches I had
When that money came in, it got good, it got bad
If it ain't about a dollar, my daughter, my son
My mom, my pops, then miss me with that
Look, I just got that Cullinan, got my seats back
I wanna see my brother win, best believe that
Uh, where the cheese at? Fettuccine
I said get a nigga whacked, they ain′t even see that coming

Tried to tell these niggas Wish Me Well 3 coming
I tried to tell these niggas Wish Me Well 3 coming, yeah
Bitch!