Lyrics:
give it to the kids
Done with you pussies tryna run these ends
Fuck with my boys, you won't make amends
Tryna make money, man I'm stacking these tens
I can hold my liquor
But this man can’t handle his weed
Dark and lonely now
On Chicago, south of town i'm on to Indiana
I heard it in the radio now
back with Violent J
Do your homies have money? Are you broke? (Yeah.)
Do bitches look at you like some kind of joke?
(Straight up!)
There's
Be better
Do better
Think better
You’ve never been half the man I thought you were...
On first impression
Or second, third...
Be better at it
I’m not
yeah)
I could pop out by myself, them niggas not gonna get a chance (man what?)
Block war, I got Dede with me, he a block boy (block boy)
Hot boys, got
Yeah!
Now half of the time I’m not caring about it move by myself cause I’m self made
Most of the time I’m declaring a body scratch off my list
you're not half the man you think that you are
And you can't fill the hole inside of you with money, girls and cars
I'm so glad I never ever had a baby
I got that super duper flow that puts the ants in the pants
cll the butter in the world ain't half as smooth as I am
Every time I kill a loop it is
on
But most of y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is on
Satisfied with nothing, you don't know the half of it
Young Money, Cash Money
Paper
Back by popular demand
I'm the fucking man
Focused now I'm getting the bands
Count it under hand
Fucking up the summer
I'm just
Fucking up the summer
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
face but she facety life's bitter sweet
018 linked about thousand cats by the Sea
I know I change why she don't like the newer me
And all this pain man
to the hotel room and I'm bustin' her up
Nigga on my dick inside the club
Sayin' he got bricks, I'ma get him drunk
Money on deck, meet me by the truck
I
and your fancy car, I said
I said "dope man Dopeman" that's who I am
I got lyrics by the pounds and I sell 'em for grams
I don't sell crack or sell coke
the Nasty
My wallos I did 'em up
Them bricks I send 'em up
My raps y'all bit 'em up
For that now stick 'em up
Ten Four good buddy Tone got is money up
clear the smoke, and grab a fool by his throat
And don't let him go til he holla holla billygoat
Now Money Money Money B, once said to me
"187 why you
repeat repeat
Bro told me go get this money by putting your life on these beats capiche
I told him consider it done being broke all my life that just isn't
the booth, then I change like Clark Kent
Come out a super man and be ready to represent
Took the game by storm, talking cold or warm
Now I'm hotter than a fire
I stood in line and left my name
Took about six hours or so
Well, the man just grinned like it was all a game
Said they'd let me know
I put in my
the money talk until it’s jaw lock
Just to watch the bread flake on em like a croissant
Sheesh!
'Cuz Bitch I’m tryna get
Quarter pound, half a pound, whole
Say no more
I got what you looking for
Ain't a half of what I am
That's only half of what you know
I've been hot now for a while
Even though the flow
know me
So please vote for me
Toby one knoby
You are the biggest bitch
But you just lost half your ovarys
So you just lost what you couldn't bring
me, Man that's only half of the play
That's only half
Might hit my nigga jake and get a wraith, I do the dash
This drac up in the backseat it's gon bust
Yeah (yeah)
Hater-free (yeah, hater-free), sucka-proof (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, get money (straight up)
This some of that (uh, here we go)
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