Champ Bailey

It’s to hard for me to fold on my niggas
I got 99 problems but they don’t call me jigga
I been working like a mothafucker lately
Used to whip the rental down rodeo going brazy
Damn times changed but that shit never changed me
No it’s never likely
Stick around my brothers like I grew up with the isleys
Opps they despise me
Crying give them visine
I could never switch up that just don’t seem like me
We don’t bend we don’t fold
Had my back against the wall but I still never told
When it’s coming down to y’all prolly gonna sell your soul you invested in your
green why your money look like mold cause it’s old
But I’m counting and getting it I had plans and I’m shredding it
One love is the sentiment but the pistol is evident
Keep it right by my side though never sleep with my eyes closed if you think we
got issues I could show you how I roll
Pre-Chorus:
Money comes and goes I’m still counting that and counting that and counting
that again yeah
Fakes get exposed and I’m proud of that I’m proud of that I’m proud of that
again yeah
I been thinking bout it lately like maybe I’m just crazy cause I got six
figures on my mind on the daily gotta run that shot back Champ Bailey
It’s to hard for me to fold on my niggas
I got 99 problems but they don’t call me jigga
I been working like a mothafucker lately
Used to whip the rental down rodeo going brazy
Damn times changed but that shit never changed me
No it’s never likely
Stick around my brothers like I grew up with the isleys
Opps they despise me
Crying give them visine
I could never switch up that just don’t seem like me
It ain’t like me no no no
To act like I been on my own
With no purpose stick to my goal put my work in till I’m gone
See that’s fact in fact we ride black on black
In suburbans and we keep them thangs like back to back sitting with that Mac in
my lap
Better pray to your reverend I got packages severan if it’s beef then it’s
evident that it’s on
Pre-Chorus:
Money comes and goes I’m still counting that and counting that and counting
that again yeah
Fakes get exposed and I’m proud of that I’m proud of that I’m proud of that
again yeah
I been thinking bout it lately like maybe I’m just crazy cause I got six
figures on my mind on the daily gotta run that shot back Champ Bailey
It’s to hard for me to fold on my niggas
I got 99 problems but they don’t call me jigga
I been working like a mothafucker lately
Used to whip the rental down rodeo going brazy
Damn times changed but that shit never changed me
No it’s never likely
Stick around my brothers like I grew up with the isleys
Opps they despise me
Crying give them visine
I could never switch up that just don’t seem like me