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dont get it confused - hitta castro lyrics

dont get it confused ft gucci man

(hook)
i had to transition fame from ambition
(don’t get it confused)

im not a rap n*gga, but i can rap n*gga!
(don’t get it confused)

i took a d*mn break, but i got a fan base
(just look at the views)
i never break
i gotta do what it takes
i gotta do what it takes

(hitta castro)

mann
im tryna make millions
i got away from the jealousy
and all the fake feelings
now that i got to the bag
these nikkas is mad cause i see the hate building
i gotta get to the money
its nothing but money out here
and i gotta be humble
i gotta count it in bundles
im straight to the bank
to stack it the way it keep coming
we on the road 2 the riches
my shooter unload with them switches (ah)
gotta keep hold of my pistol
yall nikkas don’t be in the trenches
but now i got wop on the feature
im popping they claim they my ops
they ain’t popping up either
ill throw a flag on the play
you think you a shooter
i bet i could block your receiver
yall betta get to the chedda
the hating ain’t making it better
ima keep stacking my cheese
and packing my weapon
i swear ill be back in a second ugh

with a big tool, money long 6’2
i don’t do small talk
get to the money homie
that’s a big mood yeah

but rap wise
you can see confidence in me
that’s cause of the strap*size
get baptized
i don’t be f*cking with n*ggas
they giving me bad vibes
hitta cas they doing bad
i guess im to blame now
had to get back in the lab
straight to the bag
so they no my name now

(hook)
i had to transition fame from ambition
(don’t get it confused)
im not a rap n*gga, but i can rap n*gga!
(don’t get it confused)

i took a d*mn break, but i got a fan base
(just look at the views)

i never break
i gotta do what it takes
i gotta do what it takes

[verse: gucci mane]

bad, bad b*tches, y’all n*ggas and g’s
my enemies be on my d*ck, they look like groupies to me
my bad, that’s your girlfriend, then why she leaving with me
we ain’t dated a week but still she gave me a key
i seen your homeboy picture, man, a gram of the three
i told him count them bands up, i gotta sell me a key
and even though you see me mtv jam of the week
i got the stupid and rich game a n*gga ever done seen
i got the kangaroo money, bout to jump off my jeans
i call a hundred thousand dollars, i was just in my timbs
nba money, n*gga, this just one of my rings
you say your n*gga getting’ money, that ain’t no money to me

(chorus)

i had to transition fame from ambition
(don’t get it confused)

im not a rap n*gga, but i can rap n*gga!
(don’t get it confused)

i took a d*mn break, but i got a fan base
(just look at the views)

i never break
i gotta do what it takes
i gotta do what it takes

- hitta castro lyrics

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