Money Bags
Kiid Cosmic
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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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