Lyrics:
destined to die by the life of smith and Wesson
I’m stressing I’m cranky I crank it like that soldier boy
These bitches love Sosa and there ain’t no love
ninety
Get bands while you're counting sheep and hoping
Find work, find love, make some money, maybe retire someday
I make my own luck, I'm made of love
on my lap, sawed off by the door
Took you so long to push the pack, man, your money gone
All these grim decisions that you makin', put the reaper on
Tag
so I be low key
Money hoes clothes is all a nigga knows
Don't bring a nug i blow it by the O
I hit the road
Cause shit is exactly how it seems
While
get your hands high
And tonight it's no stress get your hands high
If you with who you love get your hands high, get em up
Keep a good time on stand by
If you really love me
Pay my overdraft in full
Keep my coffers full
I don’t care if it’s an 02 plate
I’ll drive around with you
Giving me an eyeful
I been in will smith position with That Jada shit
Keep it one hunnid you know I'm gon' run it
I just need support
No one was by my side when I went
I can feel that jetlag
Drugs got me time switching
Shawty you can get that
Bag then I beat the kitten
Smith and Wesson imma stress it
Maybe bless it
tranny
Acted crazy, had to pull that bitch out on this granny
Should've seen the way she feel, shawty couldn't stand me
Red bone slim thick , I love
If you love getting money
Gone get cha money then
If you love spending hunnits
Gone spend them hunnits then
I just love thumbing thru them dubs
The future of our next generation, they been established
Conflicted by some of the same patterns that had us
Money and social status, tell me what really
all the wars hide
Look into my heart and find all the women that broke mine
Peep into my ears and what you hear is me performing live
Damn I love it
would love me more
But she feel this money and this fame more important than her
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
to you straight while we make love
I know that I hurt you and you got pride
But I'm better when
I'm by your side
I don't want to fight
Two wrongs won't
Illegal weapons, mesmerized by the dope game
Smith & Wesson's, never went back for seconds
Sprung
Not on yo' dick dick but on yo' tongue tongue
Jealous
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
Ten million dollars later I'm a blessing, nigga
How a nigga rich but still stressing, nigga
Glock-40, Smith & Wesson, nigga
Streets will never ever
Bet she gon' call papi
I can tell by the way she eye me
Oh mami don't u try me
Ain't no wanna hear no sorry yh
It's a Pablo thing
Can't fix a money
On the road doing shows
Yeah twenty and pop
She ain't gettin' shit from me unless you talkin' brick money
(Yeah)I need that Will Smith Money
That K Smith
she love me from within getting out
She want me back in
When i pull out she put it back in
Now I'm heading past immaculate
Iceberg slim towards another
through Medina wit a Evisu Jeans and Nina's
Stop by Juniors we hittin' cheeba
Briefly, crackers observe
You got the undercovers
Niggas just love us, we
[Mannie]
Wha wha wha nigga nigga
I put piss stains on private planes cause its my jet nigga
Money ain't shit cause my rottweilers drink moet
H-Town in this bitch
What up? What up?
Me and Pimp about to do it for the city
What up? What up?
What up? What up?
Money by the ton
Bricks
Loving me when I had nothing to my name
Loving me before the money and the fame
I don't know how you love me this way
I don't know why you love me
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