Lyrics:
Big drip big whip big ice big bank
EZZY MONEY
My drip is so hard you can’t stand by me
(big drip)
My whip is so hard you can’t park by me
(skurt)
My
Gang (sex money murder)
Pete up till my white sheet up (hmm)
RIP Marty (what?)
You already know we bang in peace (Murder)
Yeah, I bang B's, but my
I said I'm steppin' out with my niggas tonight
It's Young Money, bitch, and
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like (hey)
I said
john
Im havin money in the wall
Bitch cant short change me
My money too damn tall
Im in the booth with a drake and a cig
I be pouring up drank so i dont
alladin
2k bout the money
I’m bringing the bag in
I’ll teach you a lesson
By casually bragging
I got up and did what I said I would do
Drake and the weekend
like I'm polio. It all come with a price
I be working all night. It's apart of my life
Lemme give you advice. If you fuck yo don't do that shit twice
money I got (Like all the time)
I get money, money I got (Trying to stop my shine)
I get money, money I got (I'll cock my 9, don't get outta line)
I
with the lil whodies keep it keep it concrete
Several weeks without a cut hair nappy like I'm buckwheat
It’s my season y’all are sleeping I play offense
Its all good til it ain't
Gotta be prepared
Keep some money in the safe
Glock full of hollows
Lil Brody got the drake
Baby girl busting dates
Im just
look
I bring up money, they change up the topic
I got a 19 and it fold in my pocket
She gave me her number, now I gotta block it
I'm mixin'
my cousin
Cause I'm getting bag
Disregarding my dna
Cause all of you niggas
Is fraud foul
Yall live by the morals
Of being fake
to fill up a truck dad
Treat your money like it's under your nose
You must stash enough cash for a rainy day
The forecast says
That it's partially cloudy
My
I ride wit two rappers a drake and a glizzy
Fuck Nigga stop all that tripping
I shoot at his bitch and that Nigga too simpy
Blockin my shot like I'm
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8
I make one phone call
To my young niggas
They'll pull up wit Drakes
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8
Tired of all these niggas sayin'
They trappin', yeen got no
to that
I'm gettin' them stacks, it's more addictive than crack
All right my patience runnin' thin
Olympic pools of money, I'm just glad I learned
Cuz, I'm paid now, all white range now
Nothing was the same now
I feel like Drake Now
Oh shit they scared of me, cuz money talks and I can interpret
by
DND, don’t delete me there wont be no archives
DND, Drake and driving soothe my feelings that I hide
DND, don't disturb me cus I'm out here for
white Range, I'm taking off when that light change
I'm Drizzy Drake to my old bitches, Voodoo child to my new hoes
I miss this and I want it back, so
money it ain't about nothin'
It's all about money
This one goes to my niggas gettin' money
Always on the grind
This one goes to my bitches gettin'
money I got
(Like all the time)
I get money, money I got
(Trying to stop my shine)
I get money, money I got
(I'll cock my 9, don't get outta line)
Yo, whattup ma'? I got a pocket full of stinkies
Let's go spend these right quick (what's that?)
All my fly bitches like (dirty money, dirty
about my business
Killin' all these rappers, you would swear I had a hit list
Everyone who doubted me is askin' for forgiveness
If you ain't been
from round you ain’t getting nothing from me
You dingy, and your clothes looking bummy
Money my safe money by weight
So much money got the strippers
you tellin
Bout your step, them fairy tales
Got you by a horse so you can catch seashells
I don't want my bitch at all
She like a toddler, she bad
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