Lyrics:
The best bars in the league!
I should slide him if he talk!
But clauses in that contract
Signin’ if we fought
So presidential race: I’m abidin’
(Biden) by
I'm cutting hoes
Legs and toes
Over head
Feet explode
Missile toes
Kissing flows
Popping off on every mode
Getting hot getting cold
Feeling old
Money
sittin' at the table 'round here, yeah
There's a lot of plates on it
Runnin' through the money and the bitch keep callin'
Hold up, she gon' have to wait
getting fucked up
Blizzard blow back when we getting fucked up
We getting fucked up, we getting fucked up
Hey
Party over here, I ain't shit over there
Roll
and dem whining up dem looking so nice
I whining on she, she whining on me, we getting on we getting unrully
All up and the squad all down by the bar, we
I'm on a Russ Parr thus far, to us stars
This is just us rock, use a nigga guts for the guitars (Put it on)
They getting bodied by an old nigga
Tell
For we found heaven right here on earth at at 4-0-33
Yes we found what most people are looking for
And it's not a lotta money to spend on a real fine
the fuck we doing out here man
Getting money, ain't none of that capping shit
No lacking shit
All acting and shit
Boom, boom, boom
the bong, we on some take over shit
And when I come to your city its a make over bitch
I been out here running up in the streets
Making money ya cuz i gotta
funds
Money cash mullah stash
Keep getting richer I keep blowing my stacks
Keep getting money I ain't paying no tax
Everytime I go shit keep coming back
to a lot of G's
I'm poppin' P's
'bout to pour up a lot of lean
I'm in the condo by myself
With a lot of sleeves
I'm hearin' funny voices in here
But the chop
one stream’s worth one third of a penny
And you looking at the money Michael says he be getting
You can tell by the fact that it doesn't add up
And that
Lookin' in the mirror like I knew we'd make it
Five hundred thousand for the Boosie bracelet
Another hundred thousand for the MJ hoops
Success came true
we getting it cause we getting it on
Keep it coming, keep it getting, bitch my money is long
[Chorus]
she want some more
I cruise in my Lexus, I pray to god
I don't get pulled over by twelve, po-po
If you ain't getting money you gotta go
I'm tryna do
here getting it in every way
Wait, where the marinate' please do not interrogate
It's a movie everywhere I go, no need narrate
Fans by my barricade,
nights filled with bright lights with the gang
Shit we making movies we gon go out with a bang
Always getting lit, with my niggas
Do this shit for, all my
clear the room?
Oh
Fuck a day job, I found my true position
Cash flow, we making money moves, yeah, it's big decisions
It's Mr. Telephone Man, this is
aim for the profit
Cuz we are the same right
No we are not
K with the L
Like it’s Khloe Lamar
Bars needing bail
And I aim for the stars
Life is a chess
fucking money than spend these bands on a whore
Uh, keep the beat low
I got leather decked out on my seats though
Why you beef for?
You want beef hoe?
Over
Lil' spoiled bitch, two thousand on shoes (two thou', shoes)
Walk in the club with one bitch, leave with two (yeah, dos, two)
By myself at the top like
focus
I'm making money moves mandatory
In a discussion my past records tell a story
Picture niggas we rushing and still busting
Til the cops come
In God we trust
Make money, Make money please
Wake up
Rise and grind it's another day
Let 'em hate I'm just a young nigga getting paid
Half of y'all
big chains
hate on me no skin pain
hustle made the difference
we're addicted to the big bags
cuz am getting the money
your girl afum osi na nwoke did
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