Lyrics:
out with the old in with the new
Get the money my occupation
You broke you an abomination
Tell who weak minded by conversation
It's a man's world
money she be stressing you
Jewelry stone cold stunning any bitch thats next to me
Picking up that weight got me flexing like a wrestler
Imma get a pint
That's the hotline
I drop the top she got the hots for mines
I block the opps the glock got sonic bite
Stuck on the west with only half a pint
Woah
Blue and red make green, just cash the check bitch
Went to the car lot, bought me a Vanquish
Never trick my money in the club with a skank bitch
Big
hundred
Get four and a half it come back in nine don't it
Now stay low key when the money keep comin'
Keep some niggas on ya team to show these suckers
Two straps on when I pop out
Touching a lot now
Brody on go I say the word & get you shot down
Look
Let me know, what's going on?
What you mean by
body
Married to money I can’t commit to a thottie
Trap house we choppin bricks like karate
Lu Kane I got them kicks like karate
Yeezy my feet no Giuseppe
Ya man's ain't one him a lil nigga
Keep shit funky its the MOB way
Fuck a Simon let's do what Rob say
Roll a loud el take it to the face
Half
Aye
Interstate
Aye, I don't want to sip no Sprite if ain't no lean in it
Send the testers half-a-brick of soft and let a fiend hit it
This shit I'm
as you spendin, but come and shop wit me my numbers lower you’ll be winnin, half pint in every film but I ain’t shoot in Texas, burnin rubber pullin off yo
Bart
I talk the hoe, you not my bitch, baby, just play your part
Track runners on my feet, gettin' money four by one
Niggas really out here cheap, they
by Sav
Whole time, you can't get lyft, you gotta pay a cab
What the fuck is a scat, that's a cab to me
Had to slap the fuck out TJ, he smoked a half
on a Saturday
Night.
Can't you hear the thunder someone stole my watch, I sold a quart of blood
And bought a half a pint of scotch, some one tell those
scene, yeah
Dope man with a hundred needles
No ass ever come between us
Dirty cash, not a money cleaner
Use the Black Card to split the coke
Jungle
[Fresh] Make sure you put some money aside
And in a month call the man and tell him, "Bring a extra five."
(Hook2x [children])
Ten ways
nights I had to ride in side
Ina single cell u man ain't had a life like mine
I jus throw dese raps together I been hard from time
Half these other
I met him at the fishing hole
But old Dillon wasn't toting his half pint of tin hide
His roll your own tobacco string was a-hanging from his pocket
[E-40]
Huh? Want me to speak the real?
[Kaveo]
Speak the real man
[E-40]
Nigga speak the real
Speak the real
Speak the real
Speak
Huh? Want me to speak the real?
Speak the real man
Nigga speak the real
Speak the real
Speak the real
Speak the real
Speak the real
It`s
them extra G's
Drank got a nigga moving slow like I got special needs
Never needed niggas for shit, that was my expertise
Sand man, thousand pints in
them extra Gs
Drank got a nigga moving slow like I got special needs
Never needed niggas for shit, that was my expertise
Sand man, thousand pints in,
Yeah, just call me Young nigga
Our money's grown though
By the way, let's go, yeah
You already know what time it is, let's go
I said I'm Young by
yeah
Count this money 'til I fall off
I'm LeBron the way I ball out
Them niggas run and hide when them rods out
Man that shit wasn't sweet, I took
half
With less than half a half-pint of vodka left
I'm up against it all like
A leaf against the wind
And the Studebaker keeps on
Breakin' down again
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