Lyrics:
mistake my modesty, hoe
I give lobotomies, no blemishing quality,
Opponents more hopeless than Joe Biden's economy
Vote the way you want but when grocery
eyes bleed
Smell purple
Pull me by my wrists
Sean Prada bulk buckle
Money over flowed In my louie bags duffle
And I know it's not me
She In Love with
news and I said fuck it grab that metal nigga
Ain't no hoe i can't give no I can't settle nigga
Come sell yo soul to get dat bag and i'm like never nigga
all they're damn time
What's a little money, when you're losing all your damn mind
That will get you paid but, this will get you really paid (Amazing)
The shit that i went thru made 47 me
You niggas all talk hoe
My niggas don't speak
Hollering bout smoke you gone get what you seek
Lil bitch i ain't playing
Wassup
Ahhh
Wassup?
Wassup?
The money make the world go round
And her draws go down
I post up by the ATM
I love dat money sound
You aint got it
Runnin' up and down the hallways
I been gettin' money all day
Fuck about what the law say
(Ha)
Tryna triple what the dogs made
Private section
like she work for Uncle Sam
I could not fuck wit dat hoe cus she turned to a tramp
She just desperate for attention had to give her the stamp
Trash
the gas stacks whateva
And I got a pack stash endeavor
I hit the gas stacks whateva
I hit the gas stacks whateva
Dat hoe gone work
Bitch call me fiending
Came in the booth just look how I’m vibin
Got drip by the cup no stylist
23 look how this young nigga shining
Spent me a brick on these diamonds
you want thes hoe you want these clothes you wanna
Stay fly get your mind and your money right
Right now all my kids all of em got trust funds so
when
want the money, then make it
Bounce
Outta town, getting them pounds
Call ma plug, got whatever amount
will get bit by the dog
They cannot see through the fog
When ya going yeah
You don’t need to find me
Nawze8 yeah ima keep it grimy
Bout the music
nigga creep in, just like a liquor store
Now nigga if you want a hoe, nigga just let me know
I'll send a H, and when she gets you (got you)
She with
didn't get no call (what's up)
Just a few lines to pop this hoe off (yuh)
GBC paper paper paper paper chase (paper chase)
Swing it to the left Paul knocked
passed,
Ya favourite rapper dat
Sign n got da bag
But im still huntin for my sack
N I dont wanna get it flippin packs
I know dat story by da
[Chorus: repeat 4X]
Drop it off drop it off
Bitch I got a sawed off
Put that money in the bag
Hoe I'll blow yo ass off
[Verse One]
It all started
kno
You might catch me wit some red on
Dont say my name on that damn phone
Nigga you gon get a dead tone
I be in dat red zone
Help make that bitch a red
get you divided
Im throwing some money, she showing her privates
He steady be talking dat shit but he hiding, uh
He stay tryna front, nigga you done
never comin down x1
Said I aint never coming down, never, ever/x3
(Never coming down)
Verse
Take ya mind on a flight like some cali good/body rub by
Dat day gon' come when momma get jus what she need
Just leave me alone yeah you wun dea fa me
Had me stressing n double texting couldn't get no sleep
want a dime from me
She say my money was dirty
Was chopping them rocks in my room and she heard me
Said get that shit out of her house in a hurry
I tried
the blood on my shoes
Ian trusting that hoe cause I know she
A choose loyalty don’t ever
Get it confused Open
The bottle pour Tec in the fuse
Young nigga up
get it
If you got some good pussy say (Yeah)
If you got some good head on ya shoulders
If you got some good pussy say (Yeah)
If you never let a hoe
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