Lyrics:
All I got is a little bit of scratch and I’m gambling heavy
Always ready to go
Brand new territory I've never seen before
Stick my flag in the ground
I got a text from my bitch
Say I’m a bitch in a half
In my feelings might fuck her friend
To stab that bitch in the back
But I’m pressure can’t fuck
I'm the financial controller, gimme the bag and I'll hold her
Gimme a ride with a chauffeur, gimme the money you know
I'm the financial controller,
Seasons
Seasons change, as the clouds roll in..
I thank God I’m still standing with my eyes open..
Why lie, yeah the thought crossed my mind..
Will
I don't know where to hide anymore
I've realized I'm not who I thought I was
I woke up today and there was someone
Else in my place
So can you
heals me like your sex do
You got me in a trance, I’m falling for you
Make a nigga wanna dance when I’m feeling blue
Babygirl, you’re France, I’m
and paralyzed
See it awakening before you
It tells no lies
But we're watching as it falls
We let it go
Where do we go?
We're losing it all
I'm waking up
From
don't need another heartache now
I'm alone, I'm in love with nothing (nothing, nothing, nothing)
I don't really have a story (story)
I don't think
What happened to me?
Where am I now?
It looks like I'm stuck in my own nightmare
Truth or death
We'll be down
I start to see things
That I'm
can’t you see
I’m on top now
you cant stop me
chorus
can you hear me now??
*can you hear me?
am I not being loud?
*you can’t hear me?
look at me now
I thought bout a drop today
I'm leaving the block today
Don't care bout a opp today
I'm making some guap today
Today,Today
I chill with my girl
Holy Roller, rolling down the line
He gets his before I get mine
And I see him smiling as he drives the nail in
Lord I'm six feet down
Its quite
Foreignboi you crazy
If you hit 'em wit' a stick, they gon' dance like a dancer
They wanna steal my drip, cause it's drippin' Tropicana
Yeah, I'm
How long, how long?
I've been waiting for my time to go
For so long, so long
And I'm getting tired of running slow
Ain't no need to turn it up
made it
I've been jaded different tissue same shit
They smell the stew I'm brewing in Las Vegas
Turn it up haters
This' somethin' for you radio
My CD
mind, but I'm fly when I rhyme
So these dimes always hittin up my line, tryna lime
Mind on my money but this hunnies hella fine
When she whine up her
I was talking to my brother the other day right
And he ask me like
You just came home how you get back in your bag so quick
I'm like you know
Ain't
of yours once I'm shelved
And I know
That you been tryna
See me on the low
And you know
That baby, I'm right here
Smoking my dope
And I know
That myself
I'm addicted to your waistline
Drop your hips, when you're feeling the bass line
Drop 'em left, drop 'em right
Cos tonight this booty is mine
This cook up this that cook up had to fresh it up
She feelin on my shirt and love that texture uhhh
She love that I’m professor that's finnese her
Yall don't really fkn get it
I'm the best one that be fkn wit it
On my own dick, I'll admit it
Everybody know I'm fucking with it
All these mumble
Face it now you got it, she got it
We got it, we lost it, we crossed it
We killed it, we hold it like we never went and lost it
You know that I’m see
They gon' miss me when I'm gone
They ain't miss me for so long
They gon' miss me when I'm gone
They ain't miss me for so long
They gon' miss me when
Otaku Nation on the track, Aye
Get back, Get back spitting flames like Endeavor
Resurrect your souls, Kabuto, I'm hella clever
I be chilling with my
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