Lyrics:
thing
Sticky icky, wrap 'em up and ship 'em out
$2, 000 sweatsuit's when I'm steppin' out
Say I'm talkin' money, but I'm livin' life
Like it's my last
by a few past homies
They want me to spend my last on em’
But who gon’ be there in my last moments?
[Verse 2]
This lil bitch just called me nasty
Take all my money,forgeti my body
Girl I no wan fry your Pomo uhn
Soffrey gimme shitan x2
Girl I no wan fry your Pomo unnn
Girlie girlie what do you
surfin
Money I be jerkin, my newborn be burpin
Can't stop, won't stop, I want respect
And I only bum heads with checks
In the suite with this honey from
[ HOOK ]x2
H.O.N.E.Y oh baby I just wanna give you all my time I believe that you and me can fly so put your hand inside of mine and fly high and fly
Keep the FN, can't die by no hoes
Gun sound, get low
Pop out, let it blow
Get on your ass, yeah, nigga, you gon' know
Boom, boom, bang, walk down, let
dealing with the motherfuckin' money-money runners
It'd be a lie if I told you that I ever disdained the fortune and fame
But the presence
like a savage
And MO30, bullet proof tuxedos, transactions, see-notes for the kilos
'Bout our money, killa bees love the honey, puttin' a sting
Uh huh, yeah
It’s MIC
The prodigy
Come vibe with me
Sing
It makes me want to sing about it
The money you can’t breathe without it
Don’t even want
I just rap to rap
Give you something you can feel
If I make a fortune it's by no spin of the wheel
If the price is right I can sign a deal
Put in my
Fuck 12 like I'm durkio
Gettin money gettin big call it mario
Put the honey with the cheese it go swirlio
Caught my flow in a breeze shit infernio
ready?
No doubt
Yea me too
Let's do it
If gettin' money is a crime then I confess
It ain't about money I could care less
I used to be a B now I'm a C
Orleans
You used to be my honey
Till you spent all my money
No use for you to cry
I'll see you by and by
'Cause I'm walkin' to New Orleans
I've got no
Orleans
You used to be my honey
Till you spent all my money
No use for you to cry
I'll see you by and by
'Cause I'm walkin' to New Orleans
I've got no
Orleans
You used to be my honey
Till you spent all my money
No use for you to cry
I'll see you by and by
'Cause I'm walkin' to New Orleans
I've got no
Orleans
You used to be my honey
Till you spent all my money
No use for you to cry
I'll see you by and by
'Cause I'm walkin' to New Orleans
I've got no
Standing on
Two feet
Ain't no falling off
I'm running
On my own
I'm number one
Run the game
Not for fame
I'm by myself
In the lead
No lights
I can't stop
Money no problem anymore, no dollar can open up this door
No sunny days just like he wanted, he tired of warmin' up with rays of false hope
His hands
on the wrist pinky ring was bling blingin'
I told the bartender 2 hennys on the rocks
I seen you look over peep the face of my watch
I played it no mind I still
Honey pick the red corner shoes
The ones that hardly ever get used
I knelt in front of my whole collection
And I'm picking you a special selection
Niggas ain't getting no money
(No money)
He mad I'm fucking his honey
(Oh yeah)
She bad she bounce like a bunny
Talkin love you bitches is funny
(Haha)
Yp
the lifestyle of mine
No pal of mine
Runnin' with goons with knife wounds from jail time
Got the squad lookin' like tycoon, we all shine
While we parlay
igboro
One by one
Two by two
Eko
No let me go
Eko
Your love e sweet me so
Eko
Love you, never let you go
Eko
Tell Titilope I know Lagos
She be fine baby
of the hood´s “
Two Thousand Mood´s
Don´t fuck with Money
Say to my bitches I´m not your honey
You can be Clide but I ain´t no Bonie
Y´ all bitches are
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