Lyrics:
She had a habit tht she couldnt really stop,
Needed money so she had to hit the block, nobody knew it so
She steady had to play a role, went
with a Creole girl from the Lakes of Pontchartrain.
I said my pretty Creole girl, me money here's no good
If it weren't for the alligators I'd
foot
Stopped by the mirror and told myself that I look good (Huh)
Then I introduced my shoes to the hardwood (The hardwood)
Found my happiness like
moola, then we move it, to the left right?
Ain't no worries dawg, we don't stress hype
Pull up to the church just to ask how I'm blessed like
This is my
Skinny but I'm beast like
Fucking with my fam and I'm gon' find out where you sleep tight
Welcome to the street life
Hustle by the street lights
I'm
I flip and scrip 9 minute EF three
Playin by different bitches 'cause my face in the paper
Profile done although she couldnt describe me I got
(Uh) , a young Eric Clapton (Uh)
The all white B7 Alpina see me lamped in (Uh)
Money green sweatsuit made by
Champion a champion (Champion)
Fuck
a whole director
My whole team buzzin', I done
Started up a hive, nigga
I carry that kind of love in my
Heart that you will never find
Seen niggas scared
blood, I'ma show love, I'll call you my brother
When we on the road like a trucker
We bringin' that heat like it's summer
We'll serve 'em no butler
Send
control of me
All these temptation got me where I'm supposed to be
With my girl
Chilling by the pool side
Love to watch her sun bathe, sipping on a Mai Tai,
always been on speakin' terms
I've watched you with doin' things
And tried to understand you more than most.
No I haven't gone to church the way I ought
superstition
She don't go to church but her body is a temple
No time for relationships, she like to keep it simple
Tell me that she love me, but she don't really
talkin' 'bout funds
Lyrical prophet, been grindin' for months
No typical closet, I love when I stunt
She wet like a faucet, she smokin' my blunts
Paintin'
fuck you and all your kind
Cuhs bitch we really in da field, its how that we survive
Wasn't my intentions
(Ha)
Gettin it by da load, my pockets eattin
money shots in private cars,
FaceTime my brother benny, he’s not even 20, but I keep him in the loop So when he grows up he has plenty
Love is patient
the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent]
(Now everything's changed) I'm rich bitch
(You've
He was kind, but he was blind, I snatched his jewelry and ran
I caught up with box and said, "I think it's worth a grand"
He smiled and he giggled
Some kind of childish test
Love gonna pass you by
Love gonna pass you by
Love gonna pass you by
Love gonna pass you by
Love gonna pass you by
Love gonna
I'm a demon promoting the violence
Up it so fast he thought I was flash
He tried to run he got shot in his ass
If you play with my money ima kill your
of a twist
I can only get by when I'm taking a hit
Waking up again at the bathroom sink
Haven't showered in a week and I'm starting to stink
My body is
knicks and dimes
I’m not trying to survive
I’m trying to live it to the limit and love it alot, niggas they hate keep a gun by my cock
Meet tia and tamera
That's fine by me
But don't deny my right to speak
About the things where you and I do not agree
Or force me to accept what I reject
Because I think your
of blessing for both of my baby girls in this crazy world
See I was right he's right here
smoke rollin off of these stills
hay growin all in his fields
I was
Oh, hard is the fortune of all woman kind
She's always controlled, she's always confined
Controlled by her parents until she's a wife
A slave
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