Lyrics:
Git that booty on the flo
Bussin'
Bussin'
Grindtime is work time - we shine the dimes
It's high time when grindtime's gone lime
From hard knocks
I want me more
I fuck that hoe pick yo money off the flo
Supa seven sounds yeah it's sex money baby
Seen her once she been missing me lately
Ima dirty
Yeah
Woah
Oh
All up in my high rise
Tryna drop it low
Windows to the ceiling baby
Starting from the flo
I can't fight this feeling no
I just need
Can't take this from me
Living how I wanna
This water knee deep
Disappointed my mother
She ain't wanna see me
Trust me
Believe me
Road runners with my
Un, deux, trois (uh ah, turn it up a little bit more)
Bang, bang, bang
Feathers, I'm plucking feathers
One by one, by one
No more skylarking,
In these times of contention, it's not my intention to make things plain
I'm looking through mirrors to catch the reflection that can't be mine
I'm
In these times of contention, it's not my intention to make things plain
I'm looking through mirrors to catch the reflection that can't be mine
I'm
on the damn flo
I got so many enemies that ion fucking won't
Some just hating some got grudges
Fuck it switching not ah option no
I just wanna get the money
They only talk to her, because,
She looks like a total prostitute, 'kay?
I mean, her butt, is just so big
I can't believe it's just so round, it's
They only talk to her, because,
She looks like a total prostitute, 'kay?
I mean, her butt, is just so big
I can't believe it's just so round, it's
I put my life on the line if I fuck with cha I told my baby it's us, you know I'm stuck
With cha You believe in this dream, I'ma count these
Bucks
Chorus x1 (Lynch)
I run through ho's like pounds of weed
Sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350(50)
And all these years I can't believe
Somebody
of a leader
So when it's time to shine I can do it as a teacher
Liftin' heavy weights cuz I gotta be a protector
Win by any means and I do it under pressure
to keep it real, this is more than just rhyming
Some people think they know me, but can’t find me
A young nigga getting money, tell me why is that
really trying to Tell you
What to do Can't peep it with Your eyes let your soul
Get a view I know some killers Colder than you
And they ain't even really
you believe
In me
Ohh
The closer you get
The harder it is
Can't catch a break
Ain't giving in to the enemy's plan
Like dam, how much more I gotta give
all in my face like they want dick
It's about to hit the fan, hit the flo'
That's all I can stands, and I can't stands no mo'
What is it? Niggas
I don't believe you there
Can't believe these bitches they might
Leave you in tears
By my lonely cause I fail to believe in peers
Believe that shit,
can’t believe it
All I can do is just wonder who my message reaching
Do I waste energy speaking?
Go hard til I reach heaven
Go hard til I reach heaven
I don't believe it
I'll leave before I ever stay n be mistreated
That money don't mean shit you still wanna be here
Try x me out he like no -oh - oh
It's no games when I do my thang
I put it on you like what's my name, (wats my name)
You can't hang believe you can't, but you in tha right place if
the mind
Many men were eradicated by music minds
Open your eyes and take ya time to visualize
And once you decide to move ya mind in due time
It's so
respect up
Instead of trying to get these checks up
I'm NASCAR cause I only go left
The last bar's brought you by Progressive
Flo gonna bundle you up
Cold
the minimal (ha)
Everything about us still live by the principle (ha)
Can't put it in the hands of fate, ain't nobody got time to wait
You say now you
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