Lyrics:
It's a good day man i think
I'm bouta pop out feeling
Like 60 degrees
But i ain't gone pop out
Too many cops out
I'm just tryna get
Afghanistan held for ransom
By the hand of this black man
Neo-colonial puppet
White power with a black face
He said fuck it i’ll do it
A master of disguise,
gyal deh 'ya, bare weed deh 'ya
Smoke up mi weed, mix wit mi grabba
Bare thugs deh 'ya, man ah trendsetter
Man ah born boss dawg me nuh follow back-ah
huh
While man ah make the money
Nuf man cya take badman fi dummy
Cause me never role the street with no
about these bitches
Had to learn to stack my paper up instead of always spending
Stick hold 30 shots or better all my poles come extended
I didn't
What, uh
Man I ain't even need no verse (okay)
My team got this uhuh, Batgang
If you talkin' bout the money now we all in
Everybody in the team here
to squeal, makin' sour deals
Thugs up in to mix with these drugs, caught up in the humble
Bricks and paper by the bundle how the Bronx humble
??? devils get
by the grim reaper
To all my peoples in the man keeper
Let'cha situation be a teacher
Ain't nothin like a education
When I was locked down I
it, got money you better get with it
My man had the thug in him did his bid with it
Get married to the game but never have a kid with it
Advice from
it, got money you better get with it
My man had the thug in him did his bid with it
Get married to the game but never have a kid with it
Advice from
man da CEO 100K by day end (Ha)
Pussy, Pussies, Pussy, Pussies
Pussy, Pussies, Pussy, Pussies
come and take you on felony warrants
I went from bummy and homeless to getting this money and whipping a foreign
I do not need validation man this is my
money
Let's get to this money
These all dirty hunnids, we catchin' bodies
Just came back from South
By Southwest in Austin
All the white people telling
Me
Big ass choppa, and it got some kickback
If i see a bad bitch, ima hit that
If you not talking money I aint finna chitchat
Im jugging his pack, you
of an incredible gift
Like a 7” extended mix of Let's Pretend by Prince
But I'm not married to experience
I mess around with it on weekends
I stay ready to stay up
tote this Glock, don't ever think to push me (dead)
I'm in the mix but out the way, don't ever think shit pussy (on God)
Just watch yo head, you know I'm
I'm dreamin'
I love my family, gon' make sure they eating
I'm by myself so I don't need a team man
Never fail math I just count up the green man
Yeah I
take our dignity
In the mix like chemistry
We look at shit differently(4)
In the mix like chemistry
Married to the money while I’m married that’s like
I love luxury
I love fast cars
Fast money
And the beautiful women that come with it
We living the life, catching them flights
We only live once
been hatin' on the high, that's ok no stress
Head so big, man I feel like Mojo Jojo
Gang Green gang rolled up in games that's a choke hold
I been
that
Let me slit that shit in the six pack
Let me mix that shit in the track for the kick back
It's not a drop, this a money clip
You gotta rock,
that
Let me slit that shit in the six pack
Let me mix that shit in the track for the kick back
It's not a drop, this a money clip
You gotta rock,
your Johnson
Honey dips, money grips
I know the difference 'cause I learned tricks in the ghetto mix
(Here is something you can't understand)
So,
tellin' me not to do it
Imitated by a bitch, better at the dream that you're pursuin
They know I'm at the top, but never give me my creds
You know they
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