Lyrics:
he needs
To be perfectly honest she was a hooker
So I took her, a 100 yards, to the blvd
I told her "I'll take care o' you, you take care o' me"
younger, my sister and I
We lived in just this terrible, just awful neighborhood
Horrible district of town
Very little money, very little food
I just had
I love to smoke, count money, and relax
If you sense a threat, just attack
If you take a loss, get it back
Fuck money by the knot, I need money by
drivin' Maseratis
I don't like 'em basic in a Honda Accord
This your shit, huh? Fuckin' up my kicks, huh (huh)
I'ma lick, huh? You think I'm really rich?
Would you stand by me? (Yeah)
Are you gon' ride for me? You don't switch no sides with me (yeah)
I need your honesty, no, baby, don't lie to me (yeah,
on the pedal, I don't want the devil
Hopin' he fall
Feed him to his nonsense, mothafuck a contract
You don't need a handout, they gon' bring the bands out
on your booty, shawty
Please don't try to move me, shawty
I'm trying to be in the life of the party
Shawty, shawty
Can you feel it? I want to know!
on your booty, shawty
Please don't try to move me, shawty
I'm trying to be in the life of the party
Shawty, shawty
Can you feel it? I want to know!
the best don’t argue with me,
It’s the home of Johnny Rockets yo that’s the spot,
I could eat there every day the fries are the bomb,
Sip up on a shake in
The adventures of Miss Money Jane
Everybody's oldest girlfriend
Don't let that chick get inside your head
And play games with your mind (check it
I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue
This is your official, dismissal
I don't study the artificial, who fuckin' wit the dark crystal
Yo where are is
and reload
I need a five piece for a show
They on my dick, a young nigga blowed
You pussy nigga, playin' with your nose
Real nigga, I'll never fold, flavors
be easy
Yeah we beat them Jays but really they some crows
Are yall messing with this flow, I really need to know
Ek with the ball, he gon throw
Now
and you don't put the time. in
I'm fly and flashy with black and white diamonds Everywhere I go you know I be shinin
Money comin' in because I be timin'
Look it’s a lotta things change
Now she call me Rob Ace by my government name
And I fuck off money on my brothers with fame
And I smoke fat blunts
in the budget
Can't be eating on no bull
If your money like warren buffet
Need a bag
I need the bag back
I need a bag
I need the bag back
I need
chasin' the bag
Bitch, I know I flex it bad, cause they copy my swag
Flexin', flexin', I'm flexin' it bad
I can see they faces right now, I know I'm makin'
of designer stores (true indeed)
In public, while we shoppin', I'ma touch all on your body, oh
I want you, I can't hide it, you with me, don't need no
I smoked it down with the cali
She gives me face but she facety life's bitter sweet
018 linked about thousand cats by the Sea
serving pudding I need
Don't fuck no bitch that's fucking with your dawg, that's law
If you come up don't forget about your dawgs, that's law
I'm a street nigga so it's
Norman
On est là pour ça
Smoking kush like in cali now
Hop on a whip and sqrr sqrr all around town
Baby we wilding out
Don't need a custom drip drip
don't ring and the birds don't sing
The product I sling
Is in ya system it's affecting your dreams
Telling you go and get a bag by any means
And anything,
You ain't meet me? Well ya bout to know me
I'll get the room to move a mountain for me
So smooth you might leave without your shorty
So rude I
count 'em, I fuck by the digits (woo)
Swag terrific (what?)
I might fuck this bitch in the kitchen (bih)
Baby, don't use dirty dishes (no way)
Or else
Discuss these i dont need your money by cali swag district Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In