Let 'Em Know
I keep a blunt lit while I'm kickin dumb shit
I get around broke people I become sick
Ain't no new friends that I'll ever run with
I'm still runnin with the same ones I begun with
I stay on the grind my wallet be dumb thick
Cause I'm so focused on the goal to become rich
She let me dive in her hole I never cum quick
Then its on the the next I never stunt shit
I'm steady blazin
I roll one up and face it
Wake up in the morning
Money already waiting
I turned the tables
They thought I wasnt able
But I made it out the rubble
Got em watchin me like cable
I'm a money spender
My life a study center
I hope god forgives me, I was born a hungry sinner
I be eatin instrumentals, that's breakfast lunch and dinner
Talkin shit on Twitter only makes ya money thinner
I'm a heavy hitter
These rappers counterfeiters
They heard I got money now these haters kinda bitter
Well, go figure, they don't get the picture
But I still paint it like my name was Alex Fisher
So go and pass a swisher
I like my asses thicker
I let her give me top cause I ain't really tryna kiss her
She throw it like a pitcher
After that Ima dismiss her
Money is my calling I swear I can hear it whisper, yo
Supernova, I'm rollin over the whole estate
I keep a plate, for any challenge, they know im great
You bit so many flows you're startin to look overweight
I speak the truth keep it 100 til my closing date
My style greater, like Styles, Jada
We gonna make it
I'm finna win it, like a backwood you gotta face it
For any challenge be aware, cause you facin greatness
I'll blow a thou it aint shit like I'm in Vegas wasted
I'll never change if I get A-list placement
Just a couple diamond bracelets
Keep some houses vacant for the patients
Number 1 my placement
To success I feel adjacent
Now I'm rappin on this mic for entertainment
I was in a hole tryna see my goals
Searchin for my soul
Now I'm in control
Money in a choke hold
When I'm gettin high its my problems that I roll
I play these bitches like a console
Woah
This is serious
They tryna catch up but don't meet criteria
They inferior
Let 'em know J. Red is superior
I gotta let em all know
The truth is a bitch we all gotta swallow
Heart went missing now my body hollow
Fuck bitches get money homie thats the motto
I be gettin to the money asap pronto
This is serious
They tryna catch up but don't meet criteria
They inferior
Let 'em know J. Red is superior
I gotta let em all know
The truth is a bitch we all gotta swallow
Heart went missing now my body hollow
Fuck bitches get money homie thats the motto
I be gettin to the money asap pronto
I get around broke people I become sick
Ain't no new friends that I'll ever run with
I'm still runnin with the same ones I begun with
I stay on the grind my wallet be dumb thick
Cause I'm so focused on the goal to become rich
She let me dive in her hole I never cum quick
Then its on the the next I never stunt shit
I'm steady blazin
I roll one up and face it
Wake up in the morning
Money already waiting
I turned the tables
They thought I wasnt able
But I made it out the rubble
Got em watchin me like cable
I'm a money spender
My life a study center
I hope god forgives me, I was born a hungry sinner
I be eatin instrumentals, that's breakfast lunch and dinner
Talkin shit on Twitter only makes ya money thinner
I'm a heavy hitter
These rappers counterfeiters
They heard I got money now these haters kinda bitter
Well, go figure, they don't get the picture
But I still paint it like my name was Alex Fisher
So go and pass a swisher
I like my asses thicker
I let her give me top cause I ain't really tryna kiss her
She throw it like a pitcher
After that Ima dismiss her
Money is my calling I swear I can hear it whisper, yo
Supernova, I'm rollin over the whole estate
I keep a plate, for any challenge, they know im great
You bit so many flows you're startin to look overweight
I speak the truth keep it 100 til my closing date
My style greater, like Styles, Jada
We gonna make it
I'm finna win it, like a backwood you gotta face it
For any challenge be aware, cause you facin greatness
I'll blow a thou it aint shit like I'm in Vegas wasted
I'll never change if I get A-list placement
Just a couple diamond bracelets
Keep some houses vacant for the patients
Number 1 my placement
To success I feel adjacent
Now I'm rappin on this mic for entertainment
I was in a hole tryna see my goals
Searchin for my soul
Now I'm in control
Money in a choke hold
When I'm gettin high its my problems that I roll
I play these bitches like a console
Woah
This is serious
They tryna catch up but don't meet criteria
They inferior
Let 'em know J. Red is superior
I gotta let em all know
The truth is a bitch we all gotta swallow
Heart went missing now my body hollow
Fuck bitches get money homie thats the motto
I be gettin to the money asap pronto
This is serious
They tryna catch up but don't meet criteria
They inferior
Let 'em know J. Red is superior
I gotta let em all know
The truth is a bitch we all gotta swallow
Heart went missing now my body hollow
Fuck bitches get money homie thats the motto
I be gettin to the money asap pronto
Credits
Writer(s): Jay Infrared
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