Lyrics:
To your credit I want it I need it now
But I don't know how
I'm overwhelmed and I want it done
I'm moving on because
I want more
You're blinded by
steel, you get Killed by them opps
They make you pay for that
That credit, imma dead it off Top
You gotta pay for that
Ain't no deals, nigga, go Ahead
why
I committed tax fraud
And my credit score's too low
Even if I wanted to buy a JUUL pod
It reminds me of that dumb braud
What was her name, like Todd
history
'Moving On's the song I play in case you're also watching
So stop still living your life when I'm not there
What do I like by myself
Uh who cares
My name upscale that’s big weight
VIP not GA
Dress like I’m from the U.K
Patron margarita on a weekday
I don’t wait til Sunday
Good credit I love
That Nigga Ain’t Shit (TNAS)
Written by: Dwayne Baxter and Aftan Smith
Produced by: Nelson Bridges
I guess you thought that you was that nigga
I
the feeling after seeing a film of yours for the first time while being surrounded by such an adoring crowd?
CHARLOTTE:
It’s wonderful…
DEVIN:
Well,
Yow Jay
Yeah
Yayyyyyeeee
CodeRed Records
Roll out wid a
Big fat spliff
Pon me
Couple Killaz
By muh side
Wid de chip pon me
Extension inna clip
Pon me
McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play
And Henessee Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is somethin'
grand
A credit to old Ireland
A long time ago, our point of view
Was broadcast by Mr. Bartholomew
And now the world is full of sorrow and pain
And it's time for us to speak up
custom-made shoes.
And I can by the look on your face that you're makin' your move,
But she hasn't got time for a man who's tongue-tied.
An' she doesn't like
A long time ago, our point of view
Was broadcast by Mr. Bartholomew
And now the world is full of sorrow and pain
And it's time for us to speak up
by the blood
Protected by the love of God
Grace and mercy
All his favor keeps taking me higher
Just like skyscrapers
And every time I turn
lets me use his credit cards
I wake up every morning with an attitude
'Cause all I think about you
And even though he buys me everything I need
That
We're doing a sequel,
We're back by popular demand.
Come on everybody, strike up the band!
We're doing a sequel,
That's what we do in
Dollar ti won
Dollar ti won
Dollar ti won
Economy is down and dollar ti won
I put a rocket on my back like olajuwon and if I get credit alert m'o ma
Shit is epic
They be acting like they catching bodies like a medic
I get it you just want street credit
But if you want put a date on it we can set
your credit
Don't you trust a nigga like me
I'll fuck up your credit
Got a bad bitch used to stay
Out in Texas she up on her fashion
She'll drip make it
When you're on the floor
Giving him some more
I want you to give me credit
Got a perfect score
Don't forget before
I want you to give me credit
stank on me
Fuck a credit card gotta bank on me
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Live by the G code
On another level get a cheat code
Keep it 100, C note
Party
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
you have me
If I let you use my credit card
Fraudulent caller are you happy
If you have trouble sleeping I'll be by your side
Fraudulent caller would
free in this world
Thought you knew by now
Trying get a fucking hand out
Like who is this clown
You trying to get this o on credit
I can not allow
I had
Everyone vaguely knows
That they want to be wealthy
But they don’t have a good set of principles
To do it by
Wealth is then thing that you really
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