Lyrics:
I'ma blow out his brains, in a way I'ma Play, I'm just tryna get paid, and I'm Dodging
The hate, ain't got time to debate, you Get killed by mistake,
that iron
I pray to Ogun
I knock em out his shoes with that iron
Money rules that's the quote im buying
I done took some L's
Foreal
So please tell me why
fool's don't believe that
Money is everything
Grandpa couldn't buy a thing
White man owned his very name
Enough to drive a man insane
Now I pay they
can I get paid, can I motherfuckin' get paid
Nigga can work for his money all motherfuckin' day and
Still never see a piece of it, you understand me?
can I get paid, can I motherfuckin' get paid
Nigga can work for his money all motherfuckin' day and
Still never see a piece of it, you understand me?
the motto: To each his own
Got speed, its on
Flesh freed, he home
Then we'd go wrong, it wasn't in the plan
Designed by the Man upstairs
This testimony
mobilized
By The Devil with his lies
They may look so normalized
And look great, so neutralized
But they are so optimized
Fantasy, they fantasize
fame would only flood my brain
So when you washed up is when you focus on these lames
Money, motive and music my main objective is this
I'm pushing
Yeah, but he didn't laugh, I guess I stepped on his toe-ses
The peak was passing us by, the subject was roses
and they say:
A fool and his money soon
on his dog we gone hang his ass for treason
I'm concentrating purple like im stomping on some raisins
Weed field growing come and pick you up some cabbage
Annual, sponsored by motherfucking Valentine
Cross Country Clothing
And a lot of wack shit that the hood will
Not wear anymore we got my man
Up first his
that, punk?
Yo man, whassup with the jack move fool?
I ain't got no money man
What you aimin that pistol at me for man?
Ay man, why don't you go
Canibus bust?
You a liar liar ya pants on fire
Watch the GOAT
But the ghostwriter get slaughtered
By a tiger i saw him in the Pun
Video holdin' up his
off of my residual
Psychedelic in the spiritual
Mentally I’m inclined by drive by’s
Don’t need a pass code
To unlock my hi-fi
Tidal wave
Thank me right
relyin on his shows (baby don't do it)
So, I stack my green, to match my means, straight Jewish
When niggaz spent money, I ain't do it
Just 'cause you
but they ain't no fools
When Noah built his Cadillac it was cool
Two by two they're still going down
And the satellite circus just left town
I think
I'm gonna tell you a story
'Bout ol' Mary Lou
I mean the kind of a girl
That make a fool of you
She make a young man old
And an old man
Yeah nigga
Back in this motherfuckeronce again
I'm just letting a nigga know
You know
S.A. and 5th Ward forever, fool
Niggas watch your back
fool?
The next time we both gon' drop
Seven in a pot fool
I bet I come back with 29 bitch no blow up
Make the dope fiends throw up
It's all about
I do not know what happened but a homie really kept his cool
But they act a fool played me too
Good with the A-grade back to school
Wasn't like that
Trial at bay
Diamonds look fake
Running the game with a smile on face
Theres a smile on my face
Theres a smile on his face
With a smile on his face
strings
Puppeteers behind the scenes
Accumulate this money by any means
It's funny when these bummy nigas agree
Outta spite Double Wammy extra cheese
Cop
house, you gon' burn down with your mama
Grave fight, we gon' stuff him, leave his ass dead twice
Pop him by the drunkest, fuck him smokin' with that red
Sort of like Malcolm at the Audubon
They coming for me, time is money no Audemar
See bar-for-bar, I keep it pushing no R&R
No foreign broads
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