Lyrics:
(for three)
Foreign bitches super bad Guttah not McLovin
By the way I bake that cake ya think I got a oven
Red bottoms, true religion, Alexander Wang
MCM
(for three)
Foreign bitches super bad Guttah not McLovin
By the way I bake that cake ya think I got a oven
Red bottoms, true religion, Alexander Wang
MCM
He conquered all he could, but yet he's feelin' consumed.
By this neverending quest for glory he couldn't fuel.
Like a typical fool,
(I would go
You better count your money.
You better count money
(ghetto cowboy)
(ghetto cowboy)
You better count your money.
You better count money
sippin 'Gnac, y'all wassup?
Girls, rub on your titties (yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool
Girls, rub on your titties (Yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty
In the midst
and her friend too
I get that money that blue
Designer my shoe
I am a lion I rule
Diamonds all over my jewels
Boy act a fool
I get that fire and que
Eye
him
and watched his back
That's the only way
To roll on the track
But yo,
Mitch got rushed by feds last week
The snatchbared the runk
Of his white
right by a can
His girl lockin lips with another man
Jesse broke stupid, and pulled out a tool
And started lickin off like a crazy fool
The brother went
more sick
You turn them hoes off, I put 'em on so they on this
You talk game grammar school, mines metamorphic
Dem fools ain't killin' nuttin' in
tell
'Cause my eyes are red as fire
'Bout to fuck this nigga
Take his money- Pimpin' 'till I die
Hypnotize Minds be the label that pay me
Fuck you
Boy a fool, wonder what's cool
Tryin' to figure out what to rhyme about
I heard your mans went cryin' to his mommy and his daddy
When the cops
You can change the rules
But understand, I ain’t a fool
We’ve been going through changes, changes
You can change the rules
But understand, I ain’t
about a big enough fool to lay it all right down
And everybody nodded as the stranger took his seat
He knew this bunch of cutthroat"s would be mighty
twice
Just take it by surprise
It's time to fool the dummy
Take his money
Vaporize
'Cause this is a heist
This is a heist
This is a heist
Run for it now
contributed to his inert ways
I seen him pull in 24 hour workdays
With deferred pay, undeterred by the word "shame"
Public humiliation was the worst pain
He
to crunch
Lost his soul and hungry
By touching Franklin
...God ...
Aww shit I lost my mother fucking
Dope man dope man
Can he get a band
With the money in
His
folks never can put us out
He tossed me his duffel bag
And I looked and said God damn that's a large amount
He said how much money you think that is?
I
tried hard
For all the things that I wanted but my money was inadequate
Probably be killed by my cousins back in Africa
If they knew I risked my free
Out here
Working
Just to get
His money up
They want me to switch
But I don't
Give a fuck
Held em all down
Will a nigga
Pick me up
Who could
You count
then watch the metals hit his face
Just know I'm all about the money, fell in love with Ben Franklin
Toot it up , back it down, spent it twice
My
told her
His vagina screaming of fear
Why don’t you stop by
So I can say hi
You wanna square off
You can’t win fool
You just don’t get it, I don’t
on the finest green
All the stress, I will relieve
Getting paper by the string
Bitch, I'm Gorilla da Spinna
Ora—rangatangabangin' on my chest
While we singin',
shit
You by yourself where all that bang bang shit
I want u to breath wen you aim that bitch
Can you look at yo target and drift away before you wang
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