Letra Fit the mode Juicy J

Fit the mode

Mane, you know the best thing in the world is to have a
A woman by your side, mane
You know I'm sayin'
Two bosses is better than one
You know I'm sayin', a down-ass
Down-ass woman (Yeah)
Yeah

Self-made millionaire, goons with me trained to go
I came from the projects, all we ever had was hope (Uh-huh)
Grind up, wait your turn, take a loss, lesson learned
Don't be fuckin' all these hoes raw, it'll get you burned
Bitches turnin' into niggas, niggas turnin' into hoes
Hustle for a dollar 'til I run into a pot of gold
Boss nigga, she think I'm a player 'cause I fit the mod? (Yeah)
Yeah, boss nigga, fit the mod?

Yah, eventhough I get that cake, that shit wasn't a piece of cake
If you out here chasin' paper, then I know you can relate
I felt like a way to hide, bring it to the table
I might run for mayor, my city need a saviour (Let's go)
I wanna see you eat, I'm not in no competition
Treat this game just like it's chess, I put niggas in position
Mane, I hate to see the way these youngins out here crashin' out
Yeah, these young niggas be spendin' like that's all they care about
I'm just tryna do my part and get back to the streets that raised me
I was in the dark, prayed to God, come and save me
Let's turn the dirty money into somethin' you can keep
If you can work with pounds and ki's, you can run a LLC (Let's do it)

Self-made millionaire, goons with me trained to go
I came from the projects, all we ever had was hope
Grind up, wait your turn, take a loss, lesson learned
Don't be fuckin' all these hoes raw, it'll get you burned
Bitches turnin' into niggas, niggas turnin' into hoes
Hustle for a dollar 'til I run into a pot of gold
Boss nigga, she think I'm a player 'cause I fit the mode (I fit the mode)
(Pat-ah) Yeah, boss nigga, fit the mode (Ew)

Sexy as she wanna be, I'm so glad she with me
Sauced up and bossed up, Project Pat from Tennessee (Ew)
God is so blessin' me, more and more is all I see (As it)
Playin' games in these streets, boy, you's a wannabe (Haha)
Be a leader not a follower, poppin' my collar, Sir (Mhm)
Money ain't everything, but I need my dollars, Sir
She lookin' like a model, Sir, so, I had to bottle her
Put my name with her name, now I full throttle her
A real man work a job 'fore he fall off (Real)
He gon' come to work with God, as ain't no call off (Nah, nah)
You can ball off, or you can ball out
If you ain't smart with your bread your pockets gon' fall out

Self-made millionaire, goons with me trained to go
I came from the projects, all we ever had was hope
Grind up, wait your turn, take a loss, lesson learned
Don't be fuckin' all these hoes raw, it'll get you burned
Bitches turnin' into niggas, niggas turnin' into hoes
Hustle for a dollar 'til I run into a pot of gold
Boss nigga, she think I'm a player 'cause I fit the mode
Yeah, boss nigga, fit the mode