Lyrics:
yeah the money's talking
Man I got a leverage, only push the code
Smells so wealthy, I got pockets twerking
It's a business session, I say push the code
to worry, I'm told we're protected by the men passing laws in the house
And the senate from people who mix up the truth and reality
With movies and games
the bull by the horns
One man's enemy is another man's friend
One man's poisons is another man's medicine
So let us stand, let us sit and let us view
speakers bump
See me when I pull it up
Gucci bag with the Louis belt
You know I keep the Glock by the stash on the shelf
Your money too short nigga yous
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
to get this off my chest
You a bitch if I'm rappin'
And you say you not impressed
Your input does not add money to my check
Who the fuck about to do this
about money
Then it ain't about me
Hella mail from sales
Hella yeah for scales
Come up short
My money jumpin yo ass like bail
about money
Then it ain't about me
Hella mail from sales
Hella yeah for scales
Come up short
My money jumpin yo ass like bail
out, when you see us (yeah)
We on that BS but you can call it ts (this is the g-mix)
Cause we be iced the f*ck out, when you see us (coca, oh hoo,
Circle be in a yacht... (floating) *echo*
CHORUS [YLook] {Saukrates} (Kardinal)
You know this money man
Got us acting funny man
We sick of living
cause my money straight
Dropped 10 racks in all 50 states
Gone name my next tour Million-Man March
Make a nun throw it back while I pull her scarf
She
what it cost us money oozin out the youth i wish my wish to bring my fallen back would just come true your life was cut short so best believe my music
things
So my nigga get up and get the money yeah
It's your boy Jojo again
Saviour king empire is with me in the Studio
Ako bills on this again
Respect
of seconds we rich
Now it's all about kimo bricks, and fresh toxics to get is in the mix
It ain't hard to tell my clientele by makin mayor
But fuck the cops
of seconds we rich
Now it's all about kimo bricks, and fresh toxics to get is in the mix
It ain't hard to tell my clientele by makin mayor
But fuck the cops
nigga stay balling like he on the Knicks
I seen niggas broken down cause they on a fix
I record at any time cause Cimid on the mix
I can't add you to my
to
The old clippy castle
With the ramblers and the scramblers and
The loiners and the tykes
And the punks and the hippies
Living over by the pike
Money
you can think of we can make it
Big money, hit records, watch us get wreckless
We butt-naked, we never sexless
And when I get there you know it's,
said, "Get used to the view."
Well, right then and there, they offered me the money
They said the nephew ran things, a man they called Mr. Lucky
I shook
to see that they are damn, damn liars
Man, this smells like a shitty hot mix of a fused broke wire and a bruised burnt tire
Enough of your horseshit, I
Pour up, mixing liquor pouring more up
Lean in the styro, finna mix it with some soda
Hold up, nah these bitches they don't know us
But they wanna
pill 'fore I start to crash
Damn near 800 horses, this bitch draggin'
I make a mixtape faster than Money Man
Played the trap for two days
That's
Spiritual exercise, tip me off, I know the fight effects
Throw the towel in, out of thought, I'm gettin' in the mix
The rumble in the jungle, grab my shorts
on that bs but you can call it ts
'Cause we be iced the fuck out, when you see us
(Yeah)
We on that bs but you can call it ts
(This is the g-mix
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