Lyrics:
barely scorin'
Shorty let me beat the box, she gone by the mornin
How you claimin' that's your bitch, but she steady hoein'
Why these niggas on my dick
You know my sneakers foreign nigga (Juheard!)
Yeah, bigger than life
Cookin' up
Big money poppin' boy
Cookin' up
Cookin' up
They talking bout me in
You know my sneakers foreign nigga (Juheard!)
Yeah, bigger than life
Cookin' up
Big money poppin' boy
Cookin' up
Cookin' up
They talking bout me in
Rippa On The Beat, bitch let me hear it
I got a couple soldiers, we
Ready to roll out, yeah
Came from the bottom
What you know 'bout it? yeah
No, we
, nigga
I can't even lie, it ain't 'bout money at all
'Cause followin' your ways got me stackin' it tall
You ain't know the business, I was way too big
là
J'reviendrai pas, plus besoin de toi by my side nan
Si t'écoute les on dit, bullshits bout me
C'est tes cops qui te l'ont dit, I got some b*****
When he ask me why I was swerving, "I'm high, officer."
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
throw me my keys
Ain't even askin me yo is it coochie or G's
And for that reason now you can ask me for anything
Not a for real smoker but you choke with
flexing but I still stash
They don't never teach us bout the real past
I gotta get me a mill' fast
Goin hella stupid ina backseat
I ain never needed so
and talk to me yeah
If it's 'bout the paper come and talk to me yeah
Hustle by the duffle come and talk to me yeah
Money boss level come and talk to me yeah
shit ain't a joke
P.U.A. money i spent on my coat
Niggas hate TM
Say he do the most
If you play bout that bread
We gone turn em to toast
Bro stay with
on black with
Ostrich sittin on the seats
My money speaks plus I'm surrounded
By a couple freaks
I'm so much in my zone I ain't
Been home in bout a couple
out
Three me let the lead out the whole A unnu spread out
Ask weh mi deh mek mi tell yuh Seh mi de bout
Ask weh mi de mek mi tell yuh seh Mi de bout
One
(What you talkin' 'bout, money?)
Money? They blow it
(Talkin' 'bout weed?) Shorty, come roll it
(Talkin' 'bout hoes?) Yeah, they goin'
What about me
posted by my door
I'm from Da No
Yeah I stay Polo to the floor
Ooh, my money long, I cut my homies short
From Golden Acres, what it is
It really ain't i'm
ain't sayin' nuthin'
(If it ain't bout money, money)
You ain't sayin' nuthin'
(If it ain't bout money, money)
You ain't sayin' nuthin'
(If it ain't
to give my affection to, always wan' fight with me
Came out the sunny side
Now its that getting this money time
Rapping serious but keeping that funny style
get your motherfuckin' money, prettiest bitch over here)
Gorgeous (gorgeous), you gorgeous (you gorgeous, JT)
Please don't call me twin, I don't
head, so why would I put a lil vest on?
I really worried bout making this money
These rappers not sometimes I'm pressed on
I gotta make it like straight
getting money
Smoking L's by the hundreds
We got blow, we got molly
We got blood on the money, dedicated to the money
Killing niggas for the money
Talkin' big money, bitch, uh
That little shit you talkin' 'bout
That's lunch money
We don't even smoke that
And this shit gon' be like this for
like monopoly, aye
If it ain't bout the money watchu got for me, aye
When they ask me if I’ll make it I say probably, aye
Caus I got a couple homies
through, bitch I'm smooth you could be with us You just gotta be cool
It ain't fair, money gang ain't Never playing by no rules, we be Stepping, talking bout
so he got a casket for a bed
Ian talking bout by Daylight but we gone leave a fuck nigga dead
Stack getting thick as hell its fucking up my fucking
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