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We were some best friends but I see that you changed up
All my feelings for you they just changed up
I think I might rewind when we were best buds
I

a chapter these hoes my pages
I slowed it down now lets pick up the pacement
Lets talk bout money lets tlk bout franklins
Im chasing payments
Runnin for

with, that’s why I’m surrounded by all winners.

I’m filet mignon, bitch. And flavorful too!

No other compares, bitch. I’m talking to you.  

If you

the wrong knot
It's not hitting the spot
I'm waiting for the day you get dropped
So you're choking on the liquor
Because you can't shrink your gut
Reserve

rebellious for society's tenets
To mix with 95% satisfied with existing I'm on a mission
Leave more than I came with
Nah this ain't no slave ship
But if these

to leave alone, yeah good money make a good life, but its hard to make a home, 
Baby please just watch my back yeah while i fight all of these demons, 
cnd

I was walking down the street when I noticed it was all around me.
Technology was passing me by.
I was feeling lost at sea drowning and worrying,

All W's
Look, All W's
Uhh, listen, cuhh
Iss partly my hunger that's makin me hit you up knowing we'll keep up the kick with the click
Clothing in

in the diner
Searching for the villain by the name of "Miss Finer"
5-0 on the case and they ain't stoppin 'til they find her
Done with all these

started to Rub it in niggas face
How you relate to a nigga that get to the bag at the cookout i come for a bigger plate
Told my daughter im building a lane

All these beats I'm slaughterin' with the thought it'd been a sentence
For every sin committed I sit and perform my penance
Kali Mama life replenish

alot shit but i never need a bih

Just let it breathe a bit
Forty don't need a stick
Pockets all blue like a crip
But these Red bottom drip
Think tha loco

a thing to buy, cash flow like a snail
Money super dumb, by the time I have the funds
Deal already gone, like I'll never have enough
Been alive so long, why

my niggas with some guns
I hope you ready for the worst
Cause you about to take a loss
It's not a battle it's a war
You can't get out of it at all
I

with it
You get hit with the stick up
Yeah count up all my money yeah
I stack it up uh
Got a couple hundred on me uh
Rack it up uh
Bitches round me

starving for the clout like some Ramadan
And I'm running through the charts like a marathon
In my cup, same color as some renagon
Crash whips by another like

the answers
You smelling dirty please find you a hamper
Me I'm the shit I belong in a pamper
Me Im'a vamper, up all night
Metal gear solid you know Im'a grind

and Pumba
Lifes all cray and its all mad in the Dunya
I aint never give out my number
Bad b look at the bumpa
Yo yo 
Still got love for the youngers
Mad me ah

meet defeat cuz
Stacking all my gwalla for a rainy day
Billing cali in the booth it takes the pain away
Spark it up and watch my problems all fade away

Joey, baby - don't get crazy
Detours, fences, I get defensive
I know you've heard it all before
So I don't say it anymore
I just stand by and let you

There ain't no love when it's on repeat
I don't got time for your meet and greets
Talk about money but keep the receipts
There is too many people with

I said straight to the bag but They don't get it 
I said money haffi run but they don't get it 
herd they stunt for the gram but they don't get it

was always
Running in and out
In the drought tryna find a
Way to stick it out
I was bout the money never
Really in the house
Quick learner and observer

with a fast whine
Like I got no spine if ain't about money
Then I'm missing a watch, I got no time
Big bumbaclat calling this their own grime
They can't