Survive

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

I been through a whole lotta things

With different niggas every time they say they got me

Them niggas turn around and change

But, Lord, please let this be the one

'Cause I'm prayin' to you now with my hand right by my gun

My city turned me to a city girl

Had to get the bills paid, ain't no love in this city, girl

They was gossipin' in nail shops

I was runnin' up the stores, tryna see did the jwett pop

Condos under CPN's

Just to get my money up, had to cut off the middleman

Middleman and some fake friends

Now I'm sitting in this Benz, just me and my fucking ends

They be like

"JT, what's yo' definition of a city girl?"

Shit, survive

You know

Get that mo'fucking money

Don't stop

'Cause a lot of motherfuckers be wanting you to stop

Get they ass, Miami

Mama came home, I put her on that (period)

Boosting for them clothes to get my own check (God did)

Straight from the projects to a new Patek (yeah)

Good neck from a billionaire on Leariet's (woo!)

I done seen bitches lie on my name

But it came with the fame

Ho, that's why you mad as fuck

I can't help that them dirty ass bitches getting sad

They mad, they probably had the baddest luck

Big Bottega in the Bentley truck (yeah)

White toe stepper, Cartier buffs (stepper)

Bitches want smoke while I'm on the jet with Puff

Young bitch from Miami got a nigga tryna cuff

You know what, JT?

The only thing that I can tell you is

I'm a motherfuckin' city girl

And that's gettin' this money by any means necessary

If that's what you wanna call it

I guess it's called survival

Hahaha

Shit

Get that motherfuckin' money