Lyrics:
the dirt
Nigga, I leave you shell shocked
From project streets to cell blocks
Glock 45 with the tail cocked
Makin' jacks by no means
Pocket full of crack
where I stay
I took me an L, but I ball every day
I go by Mr. Money, make sure I get paid
This feature was free, cause I'm locked up with K
Got the heart
can't blame us
[Chorus]
I heard him say he bought the block
(Fakin!)
In his song he say he gansta' but he not
(Fakin!)
Say he makin' money, cashin' big
on these missions, little niggas listen
Survived the drive by but they gave you the shakes
Know you tellin', nigga, they played us the tapes
Screamin'
the bills
What skills, money money
What skills, makin' ah, money, money
What skills makin', makin', makin' money
What skills, makin' money
What skills,
up dead
Then press delete- I'm tired of eating powdered meat
Within a nigga timah to get to the grind, so that boy scored a quarter key
Two hundred
can’t stand it
Them hoes really be jockin’
Diamonds that got them watchin’
Say Ace ain’t getting’ no money
Pussy, I beg your pardon
You don’t wanna get me
schools
Dyin to get busy, because I knew I had the tools
Then I got the heart and went by the set
I said, "Yo, I wanna rock the set" "Yeah no sweat"
Kickin
to toe
Yea, the B-boys makin' with the freak freak, freak freak
Mario's callin' Nonni's about the pesto pizza
And then he's on a mission and he's
to toe
Yea, the B-boys makin' with the freak freak, freak freak
Mario's callin' Nonni's about the pesto pizza
And then he's on a mission and he's
school, didn’t do sports
Played it by the rules, always kept it cool, still kept a torch
I told her jump up on that dick, enjoy
If you ain’t makin no money
You know that I'm texting
Like I'm really sipping
You'll know that I'm different
You'll know that I feel like 2 Chainz
Bad bitch you know four brains
I'm all about money makin, and not makin mistakes
You're only worth what you create in the garden of snakes
Motherfucker
Yeah, and that's how
I sip drank with my dinner, smoke some gas before breakfast
Bitches know my name and I don't have to wear a necklace (2 Chainz)
Bought a Wraith for
hey)
Crazy, crazy (hey, hey, hey)
Bitch (2 Chainz), I'm 'bout to go crazy
Tony 'bout to go ignorant, rich with the benefits
Crook in my dick, shit
foul
On the 3rd planet east of Plutonia
From the poppy an extraction
Called Criddacktonite
Conceived as a weapon backed by the Supremacy
Their
how I do that
By the thug way, package and transportin' the drug way
Only means of makin' a livin', the Crip and Blood way
I'm on grates when i'm
to me when we ride, for survival
Money makin' plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets
Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it
Expose snakes
rapper
Who swears he's makin' records
That's what they said whenever
I would walk by i never tripped though
Always kept my head up high
Eventually I knew
I just don't get it, that's our only difference
The shots I seen don't come on Insta', come in five by sixes (FOREVEROLLING)
You been a bitch but
opened up his back
Three more to go, what was four deep
Who were sent on a mission to put him to sleep
He dipped in a Benz, bein pursued by a van
Picked up
it goes,
You wanna get that dough.
I'm makin it but I'm still hungry,
But whatever it takes I gotta go get this money.
[Verse 1:]
When I first jumped
to
Make it wave when makin moves
Money down that’s the issue
Money down that’s the issue
Stand yo ground got nothing to lose
Stand yo ground got nothing
necks
I don't fuck with groupies but I have group sex
2 Chainz name ringing like a telephone
And all I eat is beats, and yellowbones
Pockets so
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