Lyrics:
[Verse One]
(Love is) - Yeah, music that you feel good
Neighborhood hood, gully
Roll through cause it's cool to boost the spirit
For the folks young
boys came from nothin'
Niggas keep talkin', I don't wanna be buddy
Make it go hunnid, or nigga just shut it
I get sucked up by a freak bitch, every
Throwing money in the air like I don't really care
Yeah standing on the chair like I don't really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller
people dey like to whine (okay!)
Am single and alone
(Single and alone)
Even disowned
(Even disowned)
Na money be my goal
(Money be my goal)
Come be my
trash when the song gon' end. Ay, when the song gon' end
Ay, shish, I just did that shit by the book. Uh, bitch I need designer on my hood
Ay, Swear I'm
in the hood, see me by myself
So only when I'm getting tested if I try myself
Smoke by myself, hustle by myself
So if the money comes low, I struggle
hope that I'll be all good by the weekend
My life is rated R
That mean real shit only
All these niggas Ill shit phony
I don't ever feel shit homie
your aza man, ojide my money mga agba ya dead
Ejigim English tooo
Mana mji English bute ego
Biazie ta n'arapuzi igbo
Biazie na my hood n'eko
Onyesi n'odi
better
I been living fast got me living by a schedule
Caught cases stood tall did i tell naw never
Fast money fast money drop it on a pedal
Tryna buy
a guide body
We slide by, you tend it up High side, nah, we don't pop models
We just pop bottles, cause we good forever Couldn't live in the hood forever
I
money from your purse, man homie use to loot ya
Let’s take a trip to Bora Bora (Bora)
Shawty let me take you out the hood
And we can go and swim in fresh
Pick me up, pick me up
Swing low chariot
Take me up out the hood
Wake me up at the Marriott
Two bad motherfuckers
Swear, we gone tear it up
Lord said
Diamonds they got the flu
My hood is like a zoo
Bro told me stay off the block cuz that shit it get hot and it just wasn't in me
Now that they crew getting
city Nigga this my hood
They don’t wanna see me win
So I gotta go win again
Everytime I pray I sin again
Get the money out the mud
We ain’t doing white
pretend to be gangsta (Lil' bitch)
Imagine every hood, you gon' make it up, ain't you?
He done made up dead homies, man this nigga a prankster
I got
Good recipe, good status, a hood broad
I used to move brown rectangles
Roll you a blunt, then smoke you with death's angel
Chrome trey pound is
tonight, we hittin' 'dro like
We gettin money and gettin' honeys that flow like
My mic, my clothes, my life, my dough
"That's right everybody get some act
and the
blend, with the soldier grin
Rolling by the sto' with the 4-0,
sitting in my lap like Ice Cube way back when
But we too grown, so we roll by a hoe in
that zone
Little Tasha, eight months, and got a baby by the neighborhood chump
Who'd rather smoke blunts, then bring home lunch
Young ones bustin'
Let's get this money, you heard?
Money in zip duffle bags, shotgun shells
My killas gorillas, niggaz couldn't see 'em with gazelles
Frontin ass
Let's get this money, you heard?
Money in zip duffle bags, shotgun shells
My killas gorillas, niggas couldn't see 'em with gazelles
Frontin' ass
mornin 'cause I'm strugglin'
Like drinkin' liquor make the money come quicker
Gettin' pages from my bitch it's time to dick her
I ain't in love with
the early mornin' 'cause I'm strugglin'
Like drinkin' liquor make the money come quicker
Gettin' pages from my b****, it's time to dick her
I ain't in
If you know about money know that money don't sleep
No matter where I'm at i keep some killas around me
You can get murked if you cutting up the work
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