Testimony - YFN Lucci, Boosie Badazz

Lately I’ve been runnin' round chasin' millions

Usually I be runnin' round chasin' women, hey

But it’s a lot of Os in the kitchen

We got a lot sold, yeah, we get it

You can’t trust a soul in this business

There a lot of fake love and pretendin'

I swear I’m spent like a rose up in linens

Shit crazy, could have had a role before 20

This is a whole 'nother 20

I love when that money talk to me

Like your girl when we fuck, she talk to me

She love when I bite on that pussy

If you searchin' for love, keep lookin'

I’m so above these rookies, yeah

I’m so above they lookin'

Pour up and pour up a cup for your nigga

Straight out the mud I grew up with them niggas, hey

A whole lot of pain I promise these niggas

I don’t fuck with no nigga

Shit is not the same, I swear these niggas is not the same

Everythin' changed, all you niggas changed, yeah, yeah

This my testimony, yeah

I’m so obsessed with money

I gotta keep a weapon on me, yeah

I swear a nigga gotta keep a weapon on me

I’m somewhere sippin' on 'em

My bitch always trippin' on me

Fake friend went missin' on me

But we ain’t even trippin' on it, yeah

This my testimony, yeah

I swear I’m so obsessed with money, yeah (I keep mine, nigga)

I got to keep a weapon on me, yeah (Boosie Badazz, nigga)

This my testimony, yeah, yeah, yeah (I got a testimony)

Shit, when I was a local rapper

I traded out sex for money

Made my bitch write bad checks for money

Shoot off a nigga whole neck for money

Kept a weapon on me

Had a little man ego

Wishin' I was Nino before he turned rat though

Tried to whip it on my own in the kitchen at first

But it hurt when it didn’t come back though

Old lady goin' crazy on me

I’m steady makin' babies on her

Got blessed, made it off the corner

Now my other baby mommas, now they hatin' on us

This my testimony

Nigga, hittin' at me with them .45

Prayers every night that I don’t die

Two .40s on my hip 'cause I go live

Warners Brothers on the line, this is '05

Now my friends gettin' a little jealous

Same motherfuckers who I used to shoot pellets

Stealin' out the pot, sayin' Boosie boo selfish

If you steal from a nigga, to the cops you a tell it

Diabetes, tired of stickin' myself, nigga

On lock down, facin' death, nigga

Came home, blown up then I got cancer

But God found the answer

This my testimony

Yeah, this my testimony, yeah

I’m so obsessed with money

I gotta keep a weapon on me, yeah

I swear a nigga gotta keep a weapon on me

I’m somewhere sippin' on 'em

My bitch always trippin' on me

Fake friend went missin' on me

But we ain’t even trippin' on it, yeah

This my testimony, yeah

I swear I’m so obsessed with money, yeah

I got to keep a weapon on me, yeah

This my testimony, yeah, yeah, yeah