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Yeah
Yeah
Woah
Woah
Get to the money I get it get it
Bad for business
Bag for flipping
Get to the money I get it get it
I get it get it
(Ayy)
Get to the money I get it get it
Bitches on me and that's bad for business
Dope on they back in a bag for flipping
Semi dressed up with a mask in the kitchen
Semi dressed up if you ask for digits
Kill a nigga then ask God for forgiveness
Forget about it cause I'm as high as the ceiling
Juuging all night bet I make a million
Selling dreams to these hoes
Bet I make a killing
She sent the addy my niggas is spinning
Dip away and come back
Yellow tape we look on from a distance
Tried to run
But the bullets ran down and they hit him
Fifty seconds to a minute
Gun long as a sentence
First up as we get to the chicken
Roll up get high and forget it
Get higher than Dennis
Drive by in a Civic
Got pounds yeah we hid them
Spin again confirming the killing
Condoning the killing
Looking for leads but don't know who did it
Leaving the scene not leaving a witness
They cease to existing
On east side we hit him
Then we dipped off to the west
With a tech in the tech
In the shadows we hidden
Cooking meth with the chief
In the back of the back of the back of back of the kitchen
Imagine envision
Got wax to the ceiling
Lose legs just for stealing
For sneaking and thieving
The innocent get hit no reason
Believing everything you seeing
Will lead to ya death
Reality already dead
Chasing a bag
Can't take it with you when you go to the grave
No where are you safe
Kick in the door bitch open the safe
Taking everything
Bitch I don't want the chain
Bullets inscribed with your name
Hot as the flames
Move
Boom
There go your brains
All on the wall
I feel like Van Gogh
Painting a painting
In the car yeah she waiting and weighing
With my brothers I feel like the Wayans
Where the bread at just slide in and take it
Crying saying you must be mistaken
Ain't mistaken
I know all the facts
Take a L then I gotta get back
Made the come up off of taking y'all racks
Get to the money I get it get it
Bitches on me and that's bad for business
Dope on they back in a bag for flipping
Smoking too much and went past the limit
Make the wrong move it get extra wicked
Niggas shoot first and then play the victim
Dropping it low she look like a vixen
Not addicted but say weed is addicting
Sipping sipping
Got lean in her system
Pop a xanny then she start reminiscing
Niggas mad cause we always be winning
Hit the gas then we come back and spin it
Loud pack man that shit really hitting
Spit a few bars she love when I'm spitting
All in my phone I hate when she tripping
Smoked a joint then she started the stripping
Way she shake it feel my soul is uplifting
Yeah she bad but that ass is so gifted
Top five just like I predicted
Inside of the whip it's so futuristic
Play with her pussy not her emotions
High cause she only smoking the potent
Lost cause she mixed up with the potion
Life's short she just live for the moment
Get to the money I get it get it
Bitches on me and that's bad for business
Dope on they back in a bag for flipping
Semi dressed up with a mask in the kitchen
Semi dressed up if you ask for digits
Kill a nigga then ask God for forgiveness
Forget about it cause I'm as high as the ceiling
Juuging all night bet I make a million
Selling dreams to these hoes
Bet I make a killing
She sent the addy my niggas is spinning
Dip away and come back
Yellow tape we look on from a distance
Tried to run
But the bullets ran down and they hit him
Fifty seconds to a minute
Gun long as a sentence
First up as we get to the chicken
Roll up get high and forget it
Get higher than Dennis
Drive by in a Civic
Got pounds yeah we hid them
Spin again confirming the killing
Condoning the killing
Looking for leads but don't know who did it
Leaving the scene not leaving a witness
They cease to existing
On east side we hit him
Then we dipped off to the west
With a tech in the tech
In the shadows we hidden
Cooking meth with the chief
In the back of the back of the back of back of the kitchen
Imagine envision
Got wax to the ceiling
Lose legs just for stealing
For sneaking and thieving
The innocent get hit no reason
Believing everything you seeing
Will lead to ya death
Reality already dead

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