Lyrics:
need adderall, just one convo with Pastor Paul
Just one
Just one is all I'm asking for, just one is all it takes
Go down there to the church and be like
the adventures of (done know)
Miss Money Jane
Blind your ass, while you out looking
For that money train (no doubt)
If you look then you will find her
But
double x cause mc donalds only thing you eat
Pastor been around you anotha you 2 year rental lease
On a property that happens to also be owned by me
I get
My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun
Boy toy named Troy used to live in Detroit
Big dope
stacks boy
Money preachin' like Pastor Troy
I'm the man, girl, ask ya boy
Oh, you think you ballin' boy?
Man, you need to check up
On the phone,
balling hard
PLEASE
I just slapped the back board
PLEASE
Hot potato (HOT)
Pass her off she done for
Signed sealed and delivered at your front door
I had her
call me brother cuz I don grow
Na money be the next option no be joke
Nobody go respect you if you broke
Jesus Christ pay for our sins
Now poverty don
Loyal to my craft
Im hard on a slab
Even treat perfect 10 like a bap
All do is make money, sleaze, and rap
Is this the top? Feel like Mister Cap
When you
I'm raise up by the streets where they're grimy gritty greedy
Money the root of evil hearts grow cold by the season
The sun it barely shine home team
to my haters I give no fuck about them No hard feelings on what we feel in this game
Am Otngreatness I have been striving for greatness everyday by day am
chapters
Damn Troy too hot, they better get a spatula
Graduated hard knocks, I didn't get a bachelor's
Went to Troy University
[Chorus]*background in parentheses*
We ready(what, what)
We ready(what, what)
We ready(we ready, we ready)
For why'alllll(come on, we ready, come
like they don't know nothin' about drama
For this money shit many men do trauma
Switchy walked in son, this bitch had the baddest ass
The bulletproof
was torn from the ghetto
Hard as cooked crack white soft as marshmallows.
HB in this bitch with Pastor you know that we ready
Turnt up in this bitch act
not my girl, man, I told her (Yeah)
These niggas don't know the difference
Between me and Slump
Hah, bitch, I'm Dakota, yeah
I'm so sorry for the hold
they left me stuck here in the rain
I bet money on this shit My nigga died just for a stain
My homie smoke you for zip got murder on my brain
I got shit
they left me stuck here in the rain
I bet money on this shit My nigga died just for a stain
My homie smoke you for zip got murder on my brain
I got shit
They know they is surrounded by all of this competition
Let me show theses boy how to get it in
I just go do it for money you should go do it for money
and I lack words for these for these actors called pastors
All these folks is hypocrites,
And that's why I ain't at church
Truthfully I'm just doin me,
Verse 1
This for my hard core fans
Ima skate on this shit, new vans
She make me come off the top, Two Thumbs up, rob van dam
You know this to easy
everything
But I need that
Got me fiending
Like a fiend
For them green backs
Green backs
A what up
Benz
Money ain't everything
But I need that need that
Money
hard that's how I'm makin you look
The whole crew mob's deep that's how we know that you shook
From the kitchen to the written's we all know how to cook
on tha starter,
Watch wat you say to me get it put on ya,
Fucked by a chick in a skirt named karma,
Word I'm a mama I ain't for the drama,
I'm
My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun
Boy toy named Troy used to live in Detroit
Big dope
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