Lyrics:
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With the sound of my money machining
My cup runneth over with hundreds
I'm one of the best niggas that done it, six digits and running
Y'all
She told me she my lover
But I don't love her baby I'm just tryna cuff her
Big bands baby I'm a money lover
Not the same ever since I lost my brother
alone
Cause I'm silly with this K, I'll chop you holmes
I got a illy flow, stupid, stupid dough
Spent a hundred bands, I'm silly man, I'm spend some mo
can't compare it cause we not the same
I'm in with the narcs and I swear I won't change
I got blood on my ricks now I feel like I'm bane (Blood)
Sipping
got courses
I don't got beef with nobody, so I take a body
Ain't know I'm off of the Porsche
Hop out the Porsche
Now I'm gon' have to go space
I feel
another cigarette
And the band's playin' something
By Tammy Wynette
And the drinks are on me tonight
All my conversations I'll just be
Talkin' about
braids, Chrome Heart glasses too (what else?)
Hit your mans up then pay his dues, yeah, you know he through
They put a advance on these bands, shit, I'm
this bitch bro
And by my guess
I'll be popping by 2025
You know I been waiting just to drop The Ride
On your fucking lives
But not yet though cause
South
why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L; if you disagree
don't even look at me ho don't pass go just go straight to jail
With
hold yo pole, tho you can make it on yo own
But just know one thing I'm forever gone be with you
All dollar signs in, S.I.P Naybahood Hussle
I got money
gotta check on me
Already know what that text gone be
Yea I ain’t tryna flex homie but i’m working out with them bands boflex on me
Aye look I love you
On the South, so I'm bout to come over
There on the North and scoop you up
We gotta put it down, boys ain't feel us in 9-9
With that Braids N' Fades, it's Y2K
ears, fresh fit and I got bands
Tryin' not to sell drugs cause I'm rappin' If rappin' don't work, I'm a trap than
And I'll tell you off the rip, I am not
Washington to Baltimore,
He played the bills and he slept with whores,
And he burned inside with a hatred deep
For the man who caused the south to weep.
Walk around like I'm the champ with that belt like Ryan
Hook line em, Muhammad, knock out Mike Ty'
Beat the beat I produce by myself, I'm nice
I'm
they'll go get you and yo friend
We selling dope by ounce come get you a pinch
Do em like the slaves in south but nobody who did it
We got dem sticks in
paint with the gold thang shinin'
Hands out the window, I'm blinded by diamonds
Like they say, all good things to an end
Cause in the game you either
had fun with
I'm the one you stick your finger in the air with
I'm the one that gives a do-do-do-do-do-do
I'm the one that got the bass on you
I'mma
I'ma still cry (still cry)
We ain't doin' no drive-bys, I look him in his eyes (I look him in his eyes)
Stand over with this fire
And I'ma watch that
I'm an innocent lad
I'm telling her
Gone with the wind - there's a lot to be said for it
But I can't think just what
We didn't watch a lot
Gone
this what royalty is like
If you sticking by the King, I'll make your dreams all come to life
Dazzle you with many diamonds, we'll be shinin in the light
Y′all think i'm a burden
Ugh
That I am certain
Tryna discourage
But it ain′t working
I ain't a feind or a vermin
Playing with your iddy biddy life like
of an ounce when I record and bring the bounce (Yessir)
Philadel youngin' you can catch me in South
Even after "Let it Breathe", I was down and I'm still out
Oh yuh that's hard
That's hard
That's hard
Yuh I'm gone put this hoe on the track
I just came up with the flow I'm going to leave this part in
Yuh in
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