Lyrics:
Fresh, laced me wit this beat
You know (yeah)
You under smell it
We got's to get some money baby
Ma I got to look good
We got to get this cheese nigga
WBLK
Recently I discovered a musical activist
Goes by the name Mechanick. Dope!
As I was doing field research for some uhhh...
You know some assorted
out it
My plateau so high when surround by stars bitch I shine the brightest
I sleep on myself how I eat got me catching itis
Pause for a moment
Dumb it
and my chest
My initials in her head rest, real
Head rest, head rest, man
I got her on bed rest x ray vision, man
You better wear a lead vest
Mack daddy
Tell them boys I'll be here when they come for me
Me and every single nigga that got love for me
See I got money on my mind but haters won't leave
at?)
Remix
Welcome to my hood
Everybody know everybody
And if I got it, everybody got it, uh
Welcome to my hood
Look at all these old school
Strike pinups I ain't bowling
My ex trolling up in Poland
Find an accent who ass swollen
Like me all by her colon
Money favorite drug got a paper plug
'm Birdman in blue Chucks, watch my fuckin' shoes
I'm Suge Knight, I'm J. Prince, I'm like, "Fuck the rules"
I'm Austin Rosen, I'm Jonah Berger
This ain't
to my face (Got to)
Well we the ones they love to hate, ayy, shouts out to the gang (Shout)
Shout goes to Stunna Man (Birdman, Stunna Man)
We show
Then I saw a ting
Who that is
Rubbing my hands like Birdman
Out here on these niggas man
Ashy as hell
We gone get classy though
We gone get classy
Sauced
Yea
Look Street verified, I ain't worried bout nothing
Plug with the Birdman, I ain't worried bout stunting
Got a bitch from Oklahoma, with a line
If you ain't got some money for
Me what you callin' for me
I been betrayed by some niggas I
Love and I still love 'em
But it's finna be a hot ass
If you ain't getting money,
you's a crazy motherfucker (got to be a crazy motherfucker)
I ain't getting money, I'm probably a crazy motherfucker (lord
the goods
Line it on up, guarantee you get served
Lil' Chris, said run it
So I ran and told her
I'm a cash money young'n,
Bird-man junior
Just
And the smirk on my face that
I'm havin my way with this shit
(Oh yeah)
I look like Birdman
Rubbing my palms together, yeah
I got the gang wit me, huh
We came in
rat races
I kept hope apace
Coz I’ve got a greater mace
[CHORUS:]
I saw the blood in my hood
No way they’d stop, No way …
The blood in my hood
No way
there be only one of me
To be something special and you know I got it free
Savant with the words and I know your heart melts
I be fly like a bird like
Gr-Zillz)
I always knew I was gon' make it
Yeah, listen, man
But you never know what you gon' go through
Yeah, my nigga, we got this shit
I'm glad to be here!
Understand, my nigga i got TI
I got mothafuckin' Wayne, i got
Birdman, I got all them niggas
Dawg, you don't even understand, my
Nigga but hey check me out
You
you if I tell him to
I got me a bachelors and got tired of school
Now I am a bachelor with so many women to choose
I love getting money I make it look
on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused
I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews
We walk the same path, but got
broke cause I'm usually paid
Got the Rover with the cage
Kinda brown off beige
Everybody look at me like I'm riding on stage
Gotta woman named Sage
raw in my draws so I broke out and ran
I can't afford to be busted til my money advance
But I'm running with the Birdman, so I'm straight nigga
head like Birdman's tat
I'm back on my dope shit, this is a relapse
I really rap dope, I'm feeling like a Rizla
Bars hotter than Dakota, I got these fans
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