Lyrics:
I got some money on me
I’m bout to kill these hoes
I don’t be politicin', I’m not political
Fuck you talkin' about? bitch
I’m Kenneth Cole
My goons
I've been focused on my family and money (Money)
I prayed to God and asked for Kenny watch over us
I've been working on my family and money (Money)
If
Yeah, warm up man know when I step in
I'm bound to get Shelly
Oi, Kenny run the 'riddim, don
I'm ready when you're ready
I be swaying in the booth
I
more money
Make some time to make more sales
How I'm dressing say I'm stunting, I be big man like O'Neal
Ah, exhale
Excelling in my craft
Still fresh
the kennel, let him out I hear it in you
Got a L.V. jacket, same color as the pistol
RIP Virgil, man that nigga was the inspo
Designer frames with the money
AZ:
Light the trees up, let this apervesence ease up
Don't freeze up, postition yourself wit your knees up
Believe what? It's all street talk, can we
to the office I'm bossin' for real
Out in the field and I'm deskin the deals
Don't give a fuck how you wankstas feel
Make ya heart skip a beat like Shareef O'Neal
(yeah)
I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (yeah)
Man, she going dumb, she don't stop
Put it in her mouth, make her jaw lock
Hellcat faster than
gotta take it...
Imma go and take it, than
Bra I gotta make it…
I waiting on no man
Woop, got some cousins by the dozens, so no run ins, and no bustins
got that stick it don't gotta be July I'ma spark and make it lit
Sending threats you fucked up you just made yourself a hit
You judge a book by it's
Liability for my fucking life
Growing up sometimes makes you feel like homicide
After 20 money stacking up sound like a lullaby
I said don't worry
to me, even all that they said to be
Took my own route now like Beverley I'm on they hills
I treat the hate like O'Neal, man all that noise I shall kill
I got rank by the dozen
Who the fuck said I ain't
Crazy man
Come on
Hey, what's up
Hey, come on
Crazy
Who the fuck said I ain't get no money
Man, I
complete strangers
Don't try to tell me this is one of these stages
Man you don't know me, you only know what my name is
I'ma
[Chorus]
Make a lot of money
more now
It's platinum, now a days we put the gold down
We stepped it up, y'all don't ever want a showdown
Get wetted up by the sleeve that leave
No matter what the weather, we be getting our cheddar
So we can have a better tomorrow
Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard
For
Mismatching designer this Gucci and fendi
I make broke hoes gimmie face in a Bentley
It's like I die every night boy I'm feeling like Kenny
My Glock
Yo, Dre! (Dre! Dre! Dre!)
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man said "Cluck, I don't
I'm testing
Eat it up like dressing
Chewing on some Belton Pirates
Make em start confessing
Like I'm Mrs. Garcia all about my art
Got haters in a line
man
And if I don't create I don't feel like myself
Got other ways for money dawg but happiness is wealth
I see that you don't like it, I think you need
lonely by myself
Man someone hit me up
wrote it up like late September
It's coming out in 8 months
Don't care what they all say
If we trippin it's for fun
fiends
Now I'm on to big money and great things
New whip on 18's, new chick, my chain swing
Caught up in the gang thing, trying to make my name ring
Even
AZ:
Light the trees up, let this apervesence ease up
Don't freeze up, postition yourself wit your knees up
Believe what? It's all street talk, can we
AZ:
Light the trees up, let this apervesence ease up
Don't freeze up, postition yourself wit your knees up
Believe what? It's all street talk, can we
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