"#Dog #Eat #Dog #World" lyrics

(Fifty Grand)
Okay, Fifty
(I love you, Balmain)
Blat!
(Out by 16 or dead on the scene but together for fucking ever!)

It's a dog eat dog world, nigga, let's see who the fittest
I done lost a few of my niggas, I guess that's what come with' it (Woah)
I don't really entertain beef, 'cause don't no business come with' it (No business come with' it)
I rather play with Chanel and count up some hundreds and fifties (Yeah!)
Yeah, I just copped me a Benz, but now I want stars on the ceiling (Stars on the ceiling)
Still saved 28 bands in the last four months, no kidding (Nigga, no kidding)
I just be kickin' back, nah, like forreal bro, I be chilling (Ha!)
Bro, don't tell me you really 'finna go back and forth with these children
Okay, Repost came in, let's see if it's hittin' (Yeah!)
Damn, that's three easy bands in a day, now I'm tryna save fifty (Fifty!)
You don't ever speak 'bout BINs on a phone, nigga, that's too risky (Risky)
Aha, nigga, you tripping
[?] spin your block, take your shit, go sell it and flip it (Ha, woah)
We could send the 7.62 or 5.56 to your fitted (Blat, blat!)
And we still hittin' Zelle, quick band in a day off a biscuit (Yeah, woah, woah, ha)

It's a dog eat dog world, nigga, let's see who the fittest
(It's a dog eat dog world, nigga, let's see who the fittest)
(It's a dog eat dog world, nigga, let's see who the fittest)
(Ha, woah)
I done lost a few of my niggas, I guess that's what come with' it
(Blat!)
I don't really entertain beef, 'cause don't no business come with' it
(No, no)
(I don't really entertain beef, 'cause don't no business come with' it)
Okay, Fifty