Lyrics:
Money ain’t wealth if you the only one around with it
I ain’t telling you how to spend it
Lead by example, give your team a sample
Then make sure
that shit uh
They wanna take the recipe
But I ain't for that shit uh
Loyalty over money
I'm just being honest
Really gotta get the bucks for my momma
I been lowkey lost in time
Patiently waiting for the minute
Where I can go and fly
Go and climb to the high rise
Up to the sky
I been amazed by
I get up
And got it out the mud so I ain't givin shit up
And we them niggas that you never gettin rid of
By any means ima make a way
I be runnin
fine for this life
I wonder if they tryna come by for the night
Hit em with the addi got them mobile with a ride
Kev back in town so you know we finna
to cloud nine
Give me a second, let me roll up
We can hop up on my Nimbus Cloud
You wanna get by
Man learn how to fly
My nigga Goku, he died
Blunt hitting
gonna win it one day
So I say
Let's go down, down by the river
It's another round, I might be the winner
Got the snake eyes vice, soon they'll be rolling
practising
On Goodwill sweaters
Now, where's her Parsons letter?
She might not know that I exist
But just wait till I'm a buck fifty
And get that old Camino
and why
Life's become a numbers game
Ruled by the K.P.I
Tick the boxes as you leave
Can you tell me why
People come in second place
Killed by the K.P.I
Got burnt by the bedroom stove
Whoaaa
Liquor fill my liver tradition
Pour for my nigga
You might not feel his presence Impressive still pour up witcha
a class by myself you cant fuck with me
Who you nigga you cant fuck with me
Who you nigga you cant fuck with me
Who you nigga you cant fuck with me
Im in
Took my 4by4 to the
What up TB
Took my 4by4 to the
Took my 4by4 to the
Took my 4by4 to the
Took my 4by4 to the ring
Cross pendant new u can see how
give a fuck
Balling like im giannis in that Mil because I need a buck
Everytime you fucked me over I just went and showed you love
I thought you had my
I got smoked by a cigarette
I got punched by a cone
I went to heaven for the hell of it
And it's no ones fault but my own
Day in day out fills me
It's where I made you mine and you knew that
Time is passin' by, we've gone our separate ways
I seen you takin' flight on a reindeer
Loadin' up on buck
Like ya just get cocked,
By them head got track,
Hit you with a gallaba treat like a virgin that wanna hit ya cherry mama,
I prefer tha white meat
hundred round clips that fit tight get called at 11:30 be gone by midnight my click tight off wit one nigga wit one squirt i gotta sin pipe now hit
that do'
With a 20 dollar bill, bill bill (c'mon boy, buck buck!)
We gon' flip this bitch and get some mo' dough (flip this bitch!)
And won't you tell
flights up
He type buck, but I ain't givin a fuck
Grab his bitch up, make the hoe go first in case
the nigga buck, open the door up, and put
a strap for those devilish men
Sucka better duck-a from the buck, buck, bucka!
Do a fly-by and shoot your aunt and your uncle
Does anybody understand
First baller we see
We run and buck him
Don't give him a chance to reach
all up under his seat
Now,what if he pull out some heat?
Shit,then we really got
me endangering
never knew it too busy sharp shooting
little fishes don't get caught by this harpoon bitch
it�s just music meet my instruments
OG say
things I want to discuss
Why's masculinity defined by niggas' acting so tough
Why is my happiness reflected by me buying so much
And spending money
started rushin' in
Hungry for some food
Dogs started twitching and they're looking at you
It was light by five
Torn all apart
All in the name
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