Lyrics:
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
shine a lot cause I grind for mine
Why hate on me you far behind
You wastin' time by talkin' down
You considered trash and I'm in my prime
You feelin'
my advice
Don't let ya peoples grass ya up
I got a fetish for the chips
20's for the six hollows for the clips
Try me, if you think I'm playing bitch
Off rip, I'm a double M-G nigga
Running this shit bet you
Lil' niggas flea-flicker
Windows down, letting bitches snicker
Got cheap bitches, got cheap
Off rip, I'm a double M-G nigga
Running this shit bet you
Lil' niggas flea-flicker
Windows down, letting bitches snicker
Got cheap bitches, got cheap
a right and then a left
Over there by Safeway and when ya get there page me
Punch in how much you want to spend
Separate the 20's from the 1's
a right and then a left
Over there by Safeway and when ya get there page me
Punch in how much you want to spend
Separate the 20's from the 1's
a couple homies with me
Man, forget about it
From dawn to dusk to run with us
You must bust, cuss and fuss, now
Wow, how now thou that nigga bow down
the mix
Makin my propers, gettin paid, stackin a grip
From 20's to bitches, from haps to hoes
On the corner pushin boulders, livin way too bold
My bank roll
No No No
No No No
No No No No
No No No
No No No
No No No No
Money and women don't mix fosho
when I was broke there was pussy galore
Now I throw 20's
Buy a van so we could crash on couches through our 20s
You’d know the words to every song we play, you’d
Drink too much and then go write on home good
Windows rolled down screaming ah!
Hey-ey-ey' I'm so paid
Number one hustla' gettin' money
Why do you wanna count my money
I'm a hustla' and I don't need
the paper cuts
I see you hatin buti got my paper up
Okay I wake up In the morning brush
My teeth and count the money
Stack up all the hundreds
Let my bitch
buddah
I do the
Evil that'll bend you when I get you
I'ma sit you down
Then take it to the mental and essential and clown
Every chance I get
Bitch
fallen out
Wet him up like body showers
Bullets keep 'em falling down
My youngin air the shotty out
Lucky we got extra rounds
In my 20s
Still running from
with a damn nina
C-Note say we not done counting 20's
Me and Wop in a Bentley flying down 20
Pourin' mud so dark think we sippin' henny
Got a bitch
a show
Gotta flow when I'm home
Reflective like chrome
Bright like you've never known
Inspired by the gold dome
This night is infinity
It's the scene from
And suddenly you look down and you
See your heart's veins reaching, reaching
Clinging to someone else's heart
I've learned a lot about love in my 20s
But not
I respect the hustle, throw some 20s show some titties
No dissin boosie but I never pay to see no kitty
You workin hard , ain't gettin far, yeah
wee hours I'm the night man
Whip a college tuition with my right hand
Can you drop it old school, you got the right man
Get them 20's off the floor,
I was 17 ridin in that Lexus on 20's
18 and 19 payin nothing over 20
And a thousand 8 grams divided by 4 is 2-52
If you know what that mean you
paid
So now I don’t care what nobody say
We just in our 20s no one has it right
No one can tell how you should live life
My confidence finna reach
Everlast is in effect
Gettin big respect
Then I collect big checks
1's, 5's, 10's, 20's
100 g's and I'm pullin honeys
Left and right, day and night
You gotta
out and buried now
But hear me now, I am here and now
So appealing 'til I disappear, but still
It got me feelin' like
I'm in my early 20s
Now all
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