Lyrics:
on a Sunday
Until it's Black Monday
Smell like money call the fragrance
Elon "Musk"
Always stay sturdy and ahead you like a tusk
Claim you on the streets but
tricks, trying to get your fix
Well look at you you're never short of money
Your trust fund is bigger than King Kong
You're living in the land of milk
I keep the M's and get the games out
In the aftermath
By any means hoe
I'm gon' do my thing
With eyes wide
I pursue my dreams
I milk these bitches for
keeping all your money in the kingdom now
and you'll only drink milk from a Christian cow
don't you go casting your bread to keep the heathen well-fed
the time you a problem
You be saying n**** not tonight f*** with me
N**** please, we got things to do
Got these model chickies standing by for the crew
Vacant
Yeah, I'm feelin' imperial, I like the way that she feel me yo
I pour the milk in my cereal, I'm makin' a killin', it's serial
Johnny Blaze,
nigga, put my money by my teeth
Yeah and it’s magic whenever I hear the beat
But give me a hundred keys y’all
A never hear from me, shit
Young Money
life's worth, this money is twice than
You grab a couple grand and lay up in Iceland
See I'm a nice man but money turned me to Satan
I'm thirsty for
span
And for what yo' life's worth, this money is twice than
You grab a couple grand and lay up in Iceland
See, I'm a nice man but money turned me
under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they just don't care
I can't take the smell, can't take the noise
Got no money
under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they just don't care
I can't take the smell, can't take the noise
Got no money
on cash hand on glock
Gettin money evading cops
Milk n honey I need that guap
All that runnin it's time to stop
Gimme that bread or get this lead
All that
muscle nuh mek nobody tell u nothing
Mi waa mi nuckle fi freeze ap by the dozen
Suh mi haffi tek it to another level without the devil
Money look betta
waters
Magic rain
Reindeer for the sleigh
Imagination - He gave em mysterious names
Poo Bum and Popa Pola
Masher and Boa
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Kicking
and pickin' up tags off the flo'
Bag full of clothes I remember havin' rocks in the hall
On the corner with the Glock by the balls
Servin' up a jab
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I immigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean
Dominican Republic! I
you think you number one?
With music, did you get make a ton?
Did you get to do everything you want by the sunset?
People call me number one
And I still
Luv and my nigga Young Lay
Spit that shit
Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Them brothers gettin'
on cash hand on glock
Gettin' money evading cops
Milk n honey I need that guap
All that runnin' it's time to stop
Gimme that bread or get this lead
All
Music and my money, only thing niggas aint taking from me
Strapped up, niggas out here acting funny
Moved from the hood now my life is sunny
Turned
or die trying
Ima die rich or get trying
Money on my mind
I just wanna do my own thing
Girl just by my side
Now listen to me closely
Hope that I'm not
the rock
He telling he a cop
I'll treat that nigga
Just like an opp
Drive by on my block
And we spin again
Starting from the top
That money he be flexing
ain’t no us in this world better go and get it by yourself
Put you in a pot and I bet you gone melt
Now I make the money grow long like kelp
I’ll step
Small paper forget it, big money I'm with it
I'm smoking good you can smell it though I got hella dough come get it
When you hot the hoes come with
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