Lyrics:
glovebox
I'm wearin' Ariat's and I don't
Even wear socks
I tell them boys in the fancy ol' truck
Hook 'em up
Square body when I fuckin' square up (Woo)
Boot
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
gold
And maybe get rich, hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what?
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than
when I had no jumper
How wodie went Eddie Griffen my brother undercover
I fuck with drake album cause finger fucking the Nina made me a certified lover
makin' money too (And I'm makin' money too)
And I got that vertical (And I got that vertical)
And they say I'm really cool (And they say I'm really cool)
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
card in your fuckin life
You don't any means to make fuckin money
[thug] What? What the fuck you talkin bout mayn?
[Keith] You fuckin stupid, plantella
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
Zion at Duke
I am self made, I did this shit by myself, I can't get put on a shelf
Bitch I'm that nigga, no amount of money can tame
I been goin' nuts
Yea
Jet Pack
1-2, 1-2, 1-2,1-2
Aye R.A. We here now bro
No looking back
Every dope album needs a dope intro
And I’m feeling this tempo
Now let this
meant a lot
The golden child prophecy it- now it end in art
I get that eddie murphy money playing every part
Youre into breaking even?
I just defied
slip, I'll whip
Cuz homeboy, ya slippin'
I understand that music calms the savage beast
But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece
money by the sewer
Broccoli head, lookin' kind of super
Life, right, almost white
She had a fresh shot, vice grip tight
She said don't stop, I said
on your fucking wall, necklace-wearing bitch
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I
like me to
Boy my album coming soon
Blowing o's right by the pool
Playing beats I'm making new
Songs that u can bump it to
Last of dying breed
Bitch
streets, powder I pushed and shoved
In that ol' Virginny
Out of ten niggas, nine are guinea
No money, all they know is gimme, got semis waitin'
Heat like
' niggers with me on a,
So I recommend your fagot ass to walk by, we movin' money
Touch the sky the, the more about the might dollar
Let's keep it real, ya
Planted a seed at the roots, I pray it grows (grows)
Into a strong and healthy big ol' money tree
Then once I'm straight, help my fam and humanity (yea)
nigga said he in the field but I know he ain't
Ol' shawty swear her box the best, but I'm sho it ain't
Ain't no need to fix yo face cuz you know this
get the bag by the night times "MONEY"
You can never ever knock me outta my grind "CAN'T"
I will never let a hater steal my shine "NEV"
I've been
to begin
'Bout foul talk you sqwak, never even walked the walk
More less destined to get tested, never been arrested
My album will manifest many things
to begin
'Bout foul talk you sqwak, never even walked the walk
More less destined to get tested, never been arrested
My album will manifest many things
Produced by: Skeyez Beats
Skit Vocal by: PlanZ普兰兹一
Recorded by: 瑞
Mixed/Mastered by: 瑞/郭子翊
PlanZ’s Voicemail:
More Vision, break a leg, boy
Stevv
Stop bitin'
Using styles that you know
That ain't yours
Stop bitin'
Changing sounds
Every album you do
Stop bitin'
Reciting lines
I done
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