Lyrics:
Go by the name of Weezy F and
I'm walkin' out the Bally store with ten bags
Fly as a motherfucker girlie on my staple
Cause her friend say I'm
Spyder shit, the Bentley crawlin' (ah, ah, ah)
My lil' nigga dead on them Xan (dead on them Xan)
Big dawg shit off the rip
Big bag make a nigga limp
Yo I do this shit in my sleep Roscoe!
It's Fly Nation
Yeah... Yeah
Got Fallz on my mind, so every time, that I'm in yo' city I gotta leave
All I know
back in the day
Now my pockets got weight
Money on my mind with the plays
Catching them plays, big money shit like a bank
Aye, Aye, I'm tryna get rich by
kiddin'
I should sit down with the mayor, I should try to save my city
Then I think back to myself, I should mind my fuckin' business
I told Bagg to swap
lil' dance (ahh ahh)
Hit that lil' (uh uh uh)
My gas stays on F yours just stays on the E if you want the money it don't come for free
Stay looking
on the track, yeah
Put blindsides on my eyes, young nigga
I can feel the money (I can feel the racks)
I got some young niggas pull on the opps
And they kill
they see me gettin' money
Now they blowin' up my phone
Lil' bitch I'm in my zone
Lil' bitch, lil' bitch I'm in my
Lil' bitch, lil' bitch I'm in my
Lil
I ain't got no time
Yeah
This money on my mind
I ain't got no time
Stayin in my lane baby please don't swerve in
This money on my mind
Laggin when I
I got cash on my head, its bread on my mind
Hey, aye, I got cash on my head, its bread on my mind
That lil bitch so fine
If I pull up with gang then
hoes ain't shit to me
They be easy to fuck
I be sliding with all my ice on
But never seen a puck
Them hoes see lil Izzy
They like damn he be clean af
advisory)
And I saw Old Man Dad fucking a hoe (disgusting)
You screamed the lyrics of Lil Jon's Get Low (to the window)
Your maturity is at the level
I can't be happy with money that's not in my pocket
As soon as I see it I want it
I just be walking with hundreds inside of my wallet
See I don't
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
money on my mind
Ou
I ain't tryin waste time
Is you with it or you ain't
I'm tryin have a good time
You a bad lil bitch
Lemme hit it from behind
I been
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
Yeah, yeah
Ok ok
Motherfucker, y'all know who it is
Lil' Jon, the motherfuckin' East Side Boyz, yeah
I got my nigga Jadakiss with me too
to the business
Nigga got a vision I'm rich by September
I been out my fucking mind mane
I'm still tryna figure out bout when my true time is
So I keep on with my
38's, 48 machine guns
Wu-Tang recon, check out the retard
I want that boat money carrying my green card
Caesar planet of the grapes in the weed jar
I'm
to titty
I mark my territory, G spots I licky licky
Brian Leach made TVT take a risk
Now TVT's thankin Brian Leach for signin Pit
Lil Jon, when dat "Crunk
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
All the childhood fixin's wit' tha devil inside the kitchen
Got my mind on my gun and I'm finna pull a pistol
I got money in the bank (yea)
Shawty
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