Lyrics
(Ayy, Benjamin, he got Benjamins)
I had to see my future self in the mirror
Get you some money, make your vision more clearer
Hanging with a bunch of broke niggas, weird
Only bosses as peers
Twenty car keys, one ring, like a janitor
We been on the run so long, money got the stamina
Any bitch can turn to a queen, it's how you handle her
Sometimes you gotta take them steps without a banister
Fell ninety-nine times, got up a hundred
(Thank God for a hundred)
Fell ninety-nine times, got up a hundred
(Thank God for a hundred)
Fell ninety-nine times, got up a hundred
(Thank God for a hundred)
Fell ninety-nine times, got up a hundred
Thank God for the hundred, yeah
Chi-Town, Windy City poverty
Had me sleeping in a coat
Momma say, "Be quiet," 'cause the landlord is at the door
Big brother caught a bid, couldn't teach me how to shovel snow
All these diamonds rings, they'll never know
All the wins we lost, all the wins we gave
All the ones that cut they losses
All the ones that stayed
All my opps above the dirt, just know it's not forgave
If I give my bitch some money, she know it's not to save
Gotta take them Ls lightly
I ain't winning if they like me
Gotta take them Ls lightly
Every bad bitch ain't Bonnie
Every bad bitch ain't Bonnie
Every bad bitch ain't Bonnie
Every bad bitch ain't Bonnie
Fell ninety-nine times, got up a hundred
Fell ninety-nine times, got up a hundred
Fell ninety-nine times, got up a hundred
Fell ninety-nine times, got up a hundred
Thank God for the hundred, yeah
WRITERS
Ivory Scott, Benjamin Lasnier, Andreas Bretton-Meyer
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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