Lyrics:
the love of rap money
Rock gully, high cop that bag of bomb
This grown man talk, I could bag ya mom
Watch and learn, block got lots of germ
Straight like
to execute my plans
I put like 50 in the safe,
And split the rest up with my mans
Member we was down and out,
They told us we ain’t have a chance yeah
I’m
As a consequence of which, they must find money by these means
We say we are against those means
Not because we are moralists, not because we are religious freaks
grinding am praying and fasting am working for all night (see am working for all nights)
Ijee ego
U i'ya ka'm ga afu wee bu big man (fu wee bu big man)
No
clean
Got a 50 in my jeans, screamin' money ain't a thing
A vilt full of bottles, got some models and some beans
Man I'm just a young, checked up in
ride
Andele andele mami ei
Man move fast
Like that since I was knee high
Stagnant folks are people I can't be by
Life too short to be a scared lil bia
So
a risk, now I'm back in the mix
Watch who you keepin' around when you wish
Money ain't make me, still thuggin' 'til the feds come take me
Mean muggin'
just so done with this
What we’re doing’s what we said we wouldn’t
All this silence got us stirring up false emotions
Feels like we gave into peer
Nah, you don't roll enough
Louis duffel bag don't hold enough
Drinking the brown liquor for both of us
Rose on table, Jesus head with the cable
cameras high
I got that street sound, I'm gettin to it and I'm fly
Everything I got is sick, illest man alive
Old money is my lady, new money is my
brother Dudey I dnt wanna See him fail
Us And Only Us we the niggaz wit the mail
I’m that nigga that send all his niggaz money in the jail
This that blue
Don't judge a book by its cover
You don't know us, so just ask us
Life ain't a text, cant fix respect with an asterisk
Hi, I'm Carter, like the legend
money, short winded
Let's go and get it nigga
Bang bang, bitch niggas caught drinkin' chase
Roll that double M, get shot and your finger waves
Twenty
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
real)
Standing on my tippy toes (for real)
Rest In Peace twenty four(for real)
I'm cool in the clutch, frozen in the whip
M-I-X man you know the deal
I'm the man say the least (Say the least)
Throwing money while yo man pay the lease (Pay the lease)
Babygirl, I ain't telling you to cheat
I'm just
That's my new addition, nobody in it
Chop shops in the hood, no karate in it
So much money, got a money tree
Whoop so many niggas' ass, shit we money team
turning dreams into the real now it's a money shower
Man it fucked me up when they took E
My life in rush hour
My time running short, but my paper ain't
gas, been selling fast, money short, then I’m furious
Driving fast, fucked up so delirious, trynna cross me I’ll smoke you
Off the adderall, ni**as
back
He punched a hole in the wall on the way and broke a mirror, he's Charlie Mack
Down by law at each and every show
Nicknamed Al Decent but for short
motherf*ckers like to slug us and dis
But there was no bandwagon when we wrote this
'cause we stretched our boundaries
We opened the door
That no one attempted
cannot fight
Keep your dark I’m good by the light
Jolly Ranchers mix it with the Sprite
Time is ticking yeah you running short
Fading out just like a port
of this old flamboyant shit, check game
It's another one of them droughts, my sohob, and this shit costs us like fuck
Niggas takin' losses that they
KRAO got the sauce
I'm a nightmare, you won't like that
I don't daydream, I just secure the bag
Me and money moves, yeah we go way back
So don't
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