Lyrics:
the cris' rollin' (Keep it Rollin!)
I'm gettin' drunk blowin' weed wit the pistols showin' (Watch Em!)
Spendin' a couple K's up in Stroker's (Right)
Flyin'
Zaytoven
Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci (Yeah)
Wizop, the Wizop, the Wizop, the Wizop, the Wizop, the- (Wop)
on a nigga's picture, but I just keep it cool
I know them pussy niggas bitches, and they know it too, that's why I'm confused
I was thuggin', gettin' money
still at it when the sun go down
All summer twenty twenty i'll be gettin money ayy
All summer twenty twenty i'll be gettin money ayy
All summer twenty
Twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty
(Chalupa)
Gettin' money, I'm a stunna, man
(Gouda)
In a Lac shootin' box like a hundred grand
(Gouda)
Forty-five,
Cheeks, Freaky Tai
Pretty Pretty Lu, Spiggy Spig Nice Say
1 for the money
2 for the Lie
3 for my peoples in the struggle gettin by
4 Lu, Spig
Screamin', "Outlaw," bustin' on my enemy's block (West Side, motherfucker)
Educated on these cold streets
Gettin' money makin' dummies out the police, ain't
a sucker two in the head, or you'll be dead meat
I'm sendin' punks six feet deep
And gettin' money in lumps, cause this ain't Twenty-One Jump Street
on hard
I be rippin them tracks
And by the time it hit the shelves
I'll be gettin' it back!
So many niggaz playa hatin'
So I'm totin a gat
Pistol grippin',
wit my boys dealin' dope gettin' high
Crackers tryin' to give me time, and we ain't talkin' 5
Niggas talk fly so that pistol by my side
My baby
Enough to cop six, by the house on the beach
Supply the peeps with Jeeps
Brick a piece
Capiche?
Everybody gettin' cream
No one considered a leech
Think
Ds
(Cell Block)
I'm gettin' paid, cash, money, cheddar cheese
Just picked up eight pounds of weed
I'm gettin' skrilla
That's a deala
Can you feel a...
Riskmade
Run this shit up with the gang
He was dissin nigga caught one to the brain
Ganja nigga I'm smokin your mane
He was trollin nigga got hit
Verse One:
Today's agenda, got the suitcase up in the Sentra
Go to room 112, tell em Blanco sent ya
Feel the strangest, if no money exchanges
I got
I'll be a 10 minute brother for a $2 ho
Lots of hoes gettin' mad as shit
I let a trick be a trick
You can have that bitch
Keep my finger on my Mac man
Leggo )
""HIGHER""
( Yeet Yeet Yeet )
""HIGHER HIGHER""
Aye vaee what up mane
Ozone Og Baby
""Yeah Yeah""
Leggo Ya Feel Me
Let's get some mo cuhh
family I want tha smoke
No amout of money'll make me happy
Swanging humvees in foreign lands
Mane they tried to attack me
Pulled a great escape bumping
and havin 'im catchin a couple of slugs
Sl-uh sl-uh slugs, trynta fuck with savage thug
Pistol pop in they ass, see niggaz be gettin this twisted
It's that
did me a favor She ain't did shit for me
Not Special Ed but got it made just a little bit
Not wealthy but gettin' paid just a little bit
Wit' money
Judge gettin mo money then a stripper dawg
Play the game how it go nigga running niggsz quicker then a
Kitchen sink dirty south nigga on my way 2 da bank
watches 2 chains and 2 pistols not just 2 pistols
2 clips too, extendos longer than pencils, fuck you mean?
I go hard for my team, boy fuck you thought?
in this one for real mane no joke no cap
I feel like Justin Bieber
Put three girls in a two seater
She said that ima Richboy
That means ima cheater
into gettin' money
Or I end or bein' broke
I'm into gettin' money
If you ain't you a joke
I'm into gettin' money
Cuz the hood got dope
I'm into gettin
the way
If you ain't gettin' money, you just in the way (you just in the way)
You ain't talkin' 'bout no money, it ain't shit to say (shit to say)
Blue
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