Lyrics:
a lot of money, I ain't tryin' to be funny
But they say where you goin', you ain't even gonna need it
I seen you ridin' round, shinin' with your fine
Don't want the blues
I turn to the news and what do I see
(merciless) "Everybody in the world ready
To D i e" we got blacks against blacks
Browns against
I got so many stories to tell
Based on the dreams that I sell and the ones that I kept in the cell
If you would've known 'bout the demons I crushed
got TVs with them four flats in it
I know the underworld, I was raised up in it
Might sell off your daughter if
The price is right
Backdoor your family
on the phone and just tell me
If you're looking for a reminder of why
I'll sing this song for you every time
And it goes like
Hey I know what you're thinking
I sold dough once now I sell it again
Fur weed 500, I sell it again
Tell the mice mane win let the elfs keep sayin
[Chorus]
Hide head with
I sold dough once now I sell it again
Fur weed 500, I sell it again
Tell the mice mane win let the elfs keep sayin
[Chorus]
Hide head with
When I slaughtered ya niggaz
This how I sold ya niggaz
Bitch if ya put yourself in a fight
Here me kick it
I get flashlight how we get it with it
they keep me moving
I do it all for them
So tell me that I can't
Tell me that I won't
Tell me that I ain't
Gone make it and
I'll show you
And bet I
the guys
If I can't live no more for the grind
Then I'll do it till I drop word to the wise
I wanna do it till I'm over all my highs
Everything ain't
up! Bring the noise!
Turn it up! Bring the noise!
Yo, they should know by now that they can't stop this ?
Word up, better keep tellin' me to turn
gun
I can't trust these niggas fool
It ain't no fun
I'm sittin' up in court
Cuz somebody got dumped
What really counts is how the crowd bounce
Go home
to antoin my private chef
First we'll eat crab legs, by candlelight
Then sip wine by the fire for the rest of the night
And if the time is right, I'll ask you
Yash Browns
I'll tell you what it means
To really own the scene
You can say that I've been bad
But not always this mean
If you wanna sit here
Get
Like I'm Pop Smoke
Bet it's time out for you niggas
Like a clock broke
Bet it's time out for you niggas
Go sit in a corner
If you ain't talkin bout no
you, something
Move in silence; like a ninja
You won't even; see it coming
Know it's; off of, safety nigga
Everywhere; I keep it on me!
I appear; like
they just want to be buds
I've gotta do it now
There isn't much time
If no one sees it happening it isn't a crime
I'll lure him outside
Offer him
slang ain't ground coffee
It's that heroin white coke
A dead man walkin', wearin' a blindfold
I stare at him ice cold: American Psycho
I'll cut off both
familia
Lil boy I'll kill ya
I'll take ya life & let god forgive ya
I'm sure it's all familiar
You want his soul just offer a million
These niggas will sell
There's a bottle, on the dresser by your ring
And it's empty, so right now I don't feel a thing
But I'll be hurtin', when I wake up on the floor
I can't let go
I don't wanna lose control
I need it more
I need it more
She said what's the wildest thing you've ever done
I bet I do look fun
I
Everything even you lookin
Ooo-licious
And you keep your humble cool
But you move vicious
I can't wait to hang like noose in The nude wishin
That you would
where that brown bag?
I'm a big boi, 3 stacks, Outkast
For that bread I be in your house like
I go deaf ears if it aint about no dough
Porsche mind
Cause even if I don't sell these raps, y'all gon' see these beats sell
This grindin' is gon' be a struggle, but then we all gon' eat well
Only time I
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