Lyrics:
on the set put 2 in the chest
Then tell that motherfucka' breathe
That nigga dope
I just be all in her throat
Like no we can’t talk if you broke
Gettin
on the other side
whe i look at myself it's like my love had died
people thinkin of gettin richer
i'm usin the blood of the loves that i lost recently
to paint
on the set put 2 in the chest
Then tell that motherfucka' breathe
That nigga dope
I just be all in her throat
Like no we can’t talk if you broke
Gettin
to get no Pape they got that bum in 'em
Bro Billy not sex money but he keep two pistols
Good weed I know therapy won't help these issues
The way I'm
to gettin' money
She threw a tantrum since I threw her ass in the backseat
I gotta keep the racks in the passenger
Me and Owen chillin' on your block, turn
you kill? Put your ass in jail
This or that, tit for tat, I can't rap, I can't cap
Money on my mind like Giannis on the bucks
Keep the pistol tucked,
808 my crew
Drinkin' Remy out the bottle
I've been in the trenches
It ain't no excuse, you don't a pistol, I do
Maybe that's what separate me
That don't get no deal, I said no that don't get no deal
I just now got my deal, but I been gettin' this money
No green card in this struggle,
That don't get no deal, I said no that don't get no deal
I just now got my deal, but I been gettin' this money
No green card in this struggle,
the flowers
Complementary at Trump Towers
Sit at the table we can build for hours
On gettin' riches, a cinch, take a glimpse
The World Is Yours written
it ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp
And if you fuck me, you'll forever wear a stamp
So watch your back and prepare for the hitman
Life
Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two
M to the A to the S to the K
Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day
Feds be hawkin me
Front camera, back camera, whole dash digi'
On the interstate, out of state, gettin' high
You know I'm on the way to that money right now
No, the grind
countries
It's like the less I come around, the more I get money (money)
And I been catchin' wind lately that the FED's want me
But I'm gon' keep gettin
dollars stackin' on like the texture
You can die today, just scratch out yester'
Diamonds on my ring, money like a wrestler
Took the way to good, it was
mini, money, mini, mini
It ain't all about the money
When I was hustler, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs, feel the silencer
Y'all still
SUMNN
DONE DID IT A FEW TIMES BEFORE
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VERSE 2
I DONE BEEN
IN TOO DEEP
WATER WAY
PAST MY FEET
AND MY MONEY LOW
BUT
a playa
They think it's a game (x2) ha
Everythang for sale
I'm gettin it mane
I must be lockin up the the gwop
Cuz niggas out here tryna fat-shame my
Try'n'a get right hoping that one day I'd be the man
The years went by I was M.I.A
I got rid of all of the niggas that was in my way
I saved nickels
pass by
I was on the bench
Now I'm on the starting franchise
Money all you see when you looking into my damn eyes
Treat lil shawty like a computer I told
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
dreams
Got China comin' out of 'er jeans.
Get money by any means, wearin' anything that's skin tight
Pretties up the outside to cover-up what's inside.
go so they never get to laugh no more
23 shows that I'm hitting on the road in the future with the bro cuz we feeling like the goats
Money gettin old
9 that's wine fine
Hair pen trigger no safety, I don't mind
Can't speak 2 a horologist nigga 2 buy time
I follow blueprints written out by design
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