Lyrics:
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
You get money and brand new problems
I can't front 'cause nigga be ballin'
I got the bando jumpin' like Spalding
Get you hit up, get sliced
Chorus 1 (2x)
Gator Boots and the suits is the clothes
Like a pimp
Keep the money not folded in a roll
Like a pimp
When I see you bitch you betta have my
just wanna say no (oh)
[Verse 2]
Just wanna say no
Mane I just wanna say no
I learned, that everybody ain't ya bro
cbout givin' up, mane I never got
Nigga, we, we been through all of this before
Cocaine in a drawer
Pistol by the pocket, baby, ready for a war
Comin' from the bottom, scratchin'
to yourself
Waiting on Gucci Mane to call you
Nigga better not hold your breath
I got money that I saved then I'm back on road
Get my jewelry out the safe
gettin' money
Is that all man?
Life's so funny
Stackin' paper, gettin' money
Is that all man?
Life's so funny
Stackin' paper, gettin' money
Is that all man?
she gotta go
COLD TURKEY
Pressure I wake up and roll early
Ride with pistol you won't hurt me
Yo money scared
Bitch I'm surrounded by the bread like
I'mma whoop it like free
Have a pint, have a liter
This that dirty sweet tea
By three, I was just tryin' to grind on a G
Mane same time that Dr dre said
on blunts and gettin' drunk
To keep from goin' under
Gettin' lost in the madness
Blunted gettin' tipsy
Got my pistol out the window screamin'
"Lord come
a nigga gettin' throwed
Good weed, good drink, big money, we (Aye!)
Rollin in somethin' foreign, on leather grippin' grain (yeah!)
I handle my business
a nigga gettin' throwed
Good weed, good drink, big money, we (Aye!)
Rollin in somethin' foreign, on leather grippin' grain (yeah!)
I handle my business
on me, U a fool homie, run up and I'm bustin
I was raised in da trap
Gettin money cross da map
Gotta bankroll
Ridin thru da hood wit da pistol in my lap
your bitch, she gon' turn up on film (freak)
And we gettin' money, can't turn up with them
This ring cost a car note, this watch cost a crib
Better
nigga gettin' money
(Everybody know a young nigga gettin' money)
New Corvette go fast, two hundred
(New Corvette go fast, two hundred)
Young nigga
really get faded
That's murder one cause it was premeditated
So what I'm a do
I don't have a clue
How many months left damn only two
I'm gettin
really get faded
That's murder one cause it was premeditated
So what I'm a do
I don't have a clue
How many months left damn only two
I'm gettin
You can bet they bout to pay up
So I know I'm gettin paid
Gimme all my money
Gimme gimme all my money
You can bet they bout to pay up
So I know I'm
a little margarita
Mane, them draws comin' off when she see the two-seater
So put your Porche up, (uh)
Get your divorce up, (uh)
I'm sure she'll sign
a little margarita
Mane, them draws comin' off when she see the two-seater
So put your Porche up, (uh)
Get your divorce up, (uh)
I'm sure she'll sign
Intro
Huh
Yea
Huh
Mane am gon gon
Off that liquor
KushKiddz
Chorus
Just me and my Slimes (yea)
We gon get this money up
2 or 3 times (yea)
They
I stutter?
I'm young, I'm gettin' money
Yeah I'm on my gutta gutta
Roll a blunt up with another
Put it in rotation tell her I been gettin'
High, I'm
ranger
And if I don't got it with me on DECK
Your gettin CUT like a
Las Vegas' card player
And I ain't playing with you at all bitch
I ain't a dog trainer
caller
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
A caller gettin laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight gotta spray my ice
I hit the HIIIGHWAY making money the FLYYYY
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