For The Record by Eliii 3fingershiii Lyrics
[Intro]
If it ain't about them big blues
They gone see me in that space coupe
Hit a nigga like i'm Babe Ruth
Money over bitches (aye aye)
[Chorus 1]
For the record if it ain't about them big blues tell me what the deal is
They gone see me in that space coupe stars up in the ceilin'
Hit a nigga like i'm Babe Ruth swinging for them millions
Money over bitches nigga that's the way i'm feeling
[verse 1]
That's the way i'm feeling
Everyday i'm stacking figures
Don't ask me how i'm living
You can see from all my pictures
Posted up with the bank now they gone plot against me
My closest niggas turned fake don't know what got up in em
You can't take back what you did, went to far by posting it, so don't be tryna make amends man ok? ok I
Never cared bout fittin' in, separated from the stem, had to cut off all my friends so i can stack this paper, uh
You can't tell me this yo year and you stuck on the same shit, uh
You can't preach bout being real but then be on the fake shit, uh
I'm 16 with all this knowledge boy i'm young and dangerous, uh
And they see how we be wildin' boy there ain't no taming us
Once i turn 18 i'm finna go-head and get registered not to show it off or nun i honestly just like the guns
Kool-aid nose sugar looking like some angle dust
All up in my mix but you can't tell me what the flavor was
Disconnected so they asking what the hold up was
I just had to learn the game so i could level up
Like a marathon cuz all my brothers running up
And i been cooking for too long its time to cater dem
[Chorus 1]
For the record if it ain't about them big blues tell me what the deal is
They gone see me in that space coupe stars up in the ceilin'
Hit a nigga like i'm Babe Ruth swinging for them millions
Money over bitches nigga that's the way i'm feeling
If it ain't about them big blues
They gone see me in that space coupe
Hit a nigga like i'm Babe Ruth
Money over bitches (aye aye)
[Chorus 1]
For the record if it ain't about them big blues tell me what the deal is
They gone see me in that space coupe stars up in the ceilin'
Hit a nigga like i'm Babe Ruth swinging for them millions
Money over bitches nigga that's the way i'm feeling
[verse 1]
That's the way i'm feeling
Everyday i'm stacking figures
Don't ask me how i'm living
You can see from all my pictures
Posted up with the bank now they gone plot against me
My closest niggas turned fake don't know what got up in em
You can't take back what you did, went to far by posting it, so don't be tryna make amends man ok? ok I
Never cared bout fittin' in, separated from the stem, had to cut off all my friends so i can stack this paper, uh
You can't tell me this yo year and you stuck on the same shit, uh
You can't preach bout being real but then be on the fake shit, uh
I'm 16 with all this knowledge boy i'm young and dangerous, uh
And they see how we be wildin' boy there ain't no taming us
Once i turn 18 i'm finna go-head and get registered not to show it off or nun i honestly just like the guns
Kool-aid nose sugar looking like some angle dust
All up in my mix but you can't tell me what the flavor was
Disconnected so they asking what the hold up was
I just had to learn the game so i could level up
Like a marathon cuz all my brothers running up
And i been cooking for too long its time to cater dem
[Chorus 1]
For the record if it ain't about them big blues tell me what the deal is
They gone see me in that space coupe stars up in the ceilin'
Hit a nigga like i'm Babe Ruth swinging for them millions
Money over bitches nigga that's the way i'm feeling