Lyrics:
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
Send a fuck nigga down, he got hit with a drake
He throw up a deuce, he get shot in the face
How the fuck is he gangsta he chat on the net
He 62K
headlines with Drake
A lot of niggas front vut they know that
I should have been up on the Bank
Road doing the dirt and then I Lay low
But I want my account
don't you see
I rap like the bigshots nowadays
Man I'm making big money plays
Bc now all u like lyrics about getting layed
Man most rappers should be
plans with her friends
(I ain't no magician, got her in a trance)
Flooded out with your love
Hold up, I wish you would
Running and running and running it
struggle! h
Fair-weather friend, and family
I got my agility, wit ma fortitude
Fuck your attitude
I got ma fortitude
ama hustler, I with ma agility
I won
percent of you that we own is my Tootsie's money
N-, I'm wilding with your bread, you owe it to me
CJ grab racks out the bag and throw it to me
They
me
The twenty percent of you that we own is my Tootsie's money
Nigga, I'm wilding with your bread, you owe it to me
CJ grab racks out the bag
goo)
My fake friends are animals, Judging by they size and they width
Sike wait until November 5th
My fake friends are animals, Judging by they size
you gon pretend (why)
And say that we just friends (uhhh)
When Drake just hit the map
And the Weeknd just snapped
Days when nobody ever paid attention
a minute,
But I dont like your friends in my business,
And I feel like you don't deserve a visit,
Cos you aint in the kitchen when you want a whipping,
friend
While you in your bubble bath, I'll come wash on your back
When you're puttin' on your lotion, I can help you with that
I sit and think
with Lil' J, that's my evil twin
Spin again, I hope they spin for twin, don't play like I'm your friend
Balenciaga, put it on my momma, kill the beat
Gang (sex money murder)
Pete up till my white sheet up (hmm)
RIP Marty (what?)
You already know we bang in peace (Murder)
Yeah, I bang B's, but my
is a lake for
Baby momma got a 6 and she ain't fuck Drake for it
They say, "Money is the root of all evil"
I seen most of you niggas turn snake for
bring, aye
He ain't fuck with gang, but his girl fuck with me
They try to hate on me, yet the play me on repeat
Die rich, die rich, money in my bank
Money
your (bed rock)
She like tanning, I like staying in
She like romancing, I like rollin' with friends
She said I'm caged in I think her conscience is
You better count your money.
You better count money
(ghetto cowboy)
(ghetto cowboy)
You better count your money.
You better count money
This song dropped Jae P hit my line like we gotta murk it
I told him twelve a.m. meet me there
In case you ain't notice by now, we been winning,
make you famous
Blow make me live aimless, my gun stainless
Aim for your temple, hope you die painless
Illest shit we wore those, marked money we tore
since I could remember
I had friends I could depend on
Clothes to lend 'em
Money to spend on 'em
But as time went by
My life got a little strange
worry my broski
I'm an RB bro i'll jockey and tackle 'em
Like Drake im'ma rack up the money and make sure I die with a 10
No fake and No friends
Feel like
broski
I'm an RB bro i'll jockey and tackle 'em
Like Drake im'ma rack up the money and make sure I die with a 10
No fake and No friends
Feel like traders
tanks, f**kin' loud with a blunt full of dink
Thoughts come and go like b*****s and bros
Friends and foes, you never know who they are
Until they steppin'
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