Lyrics:
in this town
I see you need me like right now
Had to switch up, do my thing now
Don't got no time for no hoe no mo
Cause so many bitches be sneaky
She
to listen, raising all my gifts by focusing inside, no time to be laid up, I got money on my mind
Everyday I live a life, by inverting my eyes, look inside,
all you need
Sipping my cup no sweet tea
Got sip in my cup mo E T
To much money I'm greedy
40 making do what it did
I got that thang holstered it's
my hair told these kids I'm evolving
Call me young gun cause the music revolving
Life jacket on the money I'm floating
Big bite on the dick she choking
index on her lips
Nigga whoa
Big Krit done shouted me out
And Don Trip wrote a nigga like he proud of the south
I was listenin’ to them niggas to get me
E-Ni-Me-Ni-Mi-Ni-Mo (Round)
One, two, three and an old cow’s eye,
When a cow’s eye’s blind you’ll surely die,
A piece of skin and melon too,
If you have money I’ll sell
war, hella niggas they lost
The big bro, lil bro, and they bitch ass bousin
Mane I wish I was home I was really tryna slump him
Get to bussin at his
to spend money and not time with me
What's with all these questions that you asking do you not know me
Pass me my shirt so I can go just keep your memories
mo time.
Spin yo block , double back , we slide in 4 times. Hit the pin im. Back on the streets in no time.
Since the lineup click days,life really
than the puppies your pets havin' I don't just rag, nigga, I big braggin
Mo' so, go so Tight around niggas, nigga, like a chokehold
You can put that
like ha ha ha! Let's go
[Chorus]
They know, I'm Lo, I'm see, E-O
I'm back, for mo', you ready, let's go
Yeah! Yeah, come fly with me
I hear 'em
I wanted the Bengis
Stick to the money like rob and big
Brown boy shit no Eatin ribs
Bad boy don’t teach me how to sin
Been doin this shit , hungry
working with
Let me see you pop that shit for daddy
That's shining blowing big pound out a pro caddy pick up
Diamonds flick up protect your tip tattoo
ain't tryna be all dat
I'm just tryna hit it by the end of the night
Lil' mama so bad and her booty so tight
When I hit it from the back, don't fuss,
already got a man, I ain't tryna be all dat
I'm just tryna hit it by the end of the night
Lil' mama so bad and her booty so tight
When I hit it from
show ya how to ball, take notes and keep looking
Stay tuned to the show and see what Thugga got cooking
Money back guaranteed, everyday I'm a go off
of college
Trying to be polished turned
Into big problems in my dorm room
Suicidal thoughts made the forward move
Momma thought i cut the chord
‘cause i
companion
I hit the weed like a medical patient but my only problem is hitting the weed
Her and her friend really like when I visit hit it they make me stay
[Tela]
I started last night but now it's sunny
Long run like Marie in Dunny(??)
Bitch on the side buggin, look honey
All I'm thinkin is, big money
Pussy
The creator (I praise)
The originator of this style (It's a shame)
Accept no immitations
Kanye To-The (The days)
With The Teriyaki Boyz (I pray)
Big Money
Alright, I got a bunch problems throbbing in my noggin that ain't stopping me
You pooping slugs from your glock on your block I'm staring killing sprees
a feinding for the new news, new news
Like all of these activates part of you that don't mo, move
You back are gettin' closer but you don't have a clue
Who
to ease on back
Lunasicc, young G's
Ain't no ten's on that
I'm gaurenteed to make a mill by the time I get through
Ain't no Versace, juss boss clothes
to help me so I got it on the scale
Everybody up and left me so I'm rocking by myself
Promise i'ma touch a million fore the start of next year
Right back in
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