Lyrics:
money makers
Verse 1:
No time to chill no time for Netflix
Pretty for nothing girl you could take the exit
Woosh!!
I feel like a superhero
Only see
you dig it?
You fed you dead see red
My lead yo head I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me
in it
Got the lobby in it, Tommy in it
The trunk got a body in it
Niggas be like he bodying it
Ziplock full of J's
Closet full of J's walking on my
the time be
They don't want to know me, they want to know my G's
Le I quit, things ain't the same no more
But I'ma do my thing 'til there ain't no more
hold down for sure
[Unverified] through the mack and New York
Full time, four W-D plus, shots, niggas get rushed out
Bust the guts out and no limit
comin' like I'm 2
Or maybe 3 or 4 or just a muthafuckin' crew
Late night see a drive-by drop Impala
The niggas took cover and the bitches all holla
If
spot by the Seine, is where I'll be in the end
My love
That's how we gon live
But right now we just kids
Yo
Life is but a dream
This is everything I
[uh-huh] (uh-huh)
I'll be gone by daylight [Doubt that] (What?)
And you'll be so full of sorrow [Yeah right]
You'll go tell all your friends [That's right]
a fatter poem
Matter of fact you can tell by
How my vibe i'm bout it
Hopped on it one minute
One minute later i'm vibing on it ,
This beat is non-respondent
shots like Jon Gotti
That choppa chop yo chop up like Hibachi
Why you hating on a nigga like a Nazi
Aint no way no way a bitch can stop me
Told lil baby
start, tires screech, goin' full speed
Push start, tires screech, no looking back
Pop off like a bottle of Dom
I'm the don in my city, call me John Gotti
they found me)
Was fuckin' with cocaine, way before I met Yo Gotti (way before I met Yo Gotti)
This street shit in my veins, a quarter-million can't
I ain't ever sugar coat shit
It's X dawg, who else would've spoke this??
No time for ya silly ass games
Shit, forgot your silly ass name
Illuminati
comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by
comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by
[King Just]
Tiger uppercut, yo, what the fuck?
A lotta you rappers, adapt me, so you better duck down
Check out the sound that pound
Rugged raw rap
in it
Got the lobby in it, Tommy in it
The trunk got a body in it
Niggas be like he bodying it
Ziplock full of J's
Closet full of J's walking on
My
Life is much mo' precious
Than you'll think
Like a game'll make yo chips sink
It's so hard
Hard to trust a smile and face
When niggas got
you dig it?
You fed you dead see red
My lead yo head I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me
shit
Like real shit, time is a construct that can't define me
Offering them diamonds and gold, all just to blind me
Discovering myself, no one needs
the time be
They don't want to know me, they want to know my G's
Le I quit, things ain't the same no more
But I'ma do my thing 'til there ain't no more
the time be
They don't want to know me, they want to know my G's
Le I quit, things ain't the same no more
But I'ma do my thing 'til there ain't no more
feel free to enter
don't sleep 'cause my streets won't time you,
shit'll just hitcha wit no warnin,
keep snorin we'll keep formin
hits to make these
Hey Gotti, Hey Chuck
How the fuck we gon' keep droppin this fire on these niggaz?
Know what I'm saying we killin' 'em on the radio
Then we jump
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