Lyrics:
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
I got money on my mind
Money on my mind
So I ain't got the time
I got money on my mind
Money on my mind
So don't be bellin' off my line
I got money
to get this off my chest
You a bitch if I'm rappin'
And you say you not impressed
Your input does not add money to my check
Who the fuck about to do this
By the sword
On my rise
To the top
The paper chase don't stop
It don't stop negga
Money ain't everything
But I need that
I said money ain't everything
we we jamming everyday
All about the money we not here to play
Enti s3 3ny3 adwuma diaa never call my name
NA y3b3 y3 saa, AMA saa ay3 saa
Me and my
Me p3 Sika MONEY
Money Money Money
Me p3 Sika MONEY
Money on my mind
Me p3 Sika MONEY
Money Money Money
Me p3 Sika MONEY
Money all the time yeah
Cut
don't stop rappin
TSI got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
8BWe some presidential players, with money by the layers
8BAin't nuthin you broke
your a bad ting I wanna lock you down
It's a good idea to 3up the 3up
I got this ting on lock it's about to go down
They need to 3up the 3up
My g
a ho
Shawty, I don’t mind
When you work until three
If you’re leaving with me
Go make that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
'Cause I know how
goin through my mind that you slippin' baby
Love Yo nigga man no what his occupation
Fuck them skeezy ass ho's you his ole lady and that's tha business
ship
But we can escape it, stop us drowning in the deep end
Escape with the money, that's the system's way of freedom
We can escape it, stop us drowning
of truth, I'll give you facts right now
Fuck this cypher, my mind ain't on rap right now
So it's fuck metaphors and punches, all the witty shit
Got
the club
Got my mind on danger, never been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of gang bangers and drive-bys
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so
Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap
Bitch don't fuck with my grind
Nigga you dying in that stack
No joke witchya, self made
I'm a dope dealer
dot
I point and pop, pop, pop and drop
I got my mind right, money right ready for war
For that doe Bleek bustin that fo'
This how real we get deep
to his Hush Puppies
Wrapped around trauma, everything realer than fuck
Tajuana left my nigga niece live comma
Three young Italians, suited down personal
to his Hush Puppies
Wrapped around trauma, everything realer than fuck
Tajuana left my nigga niece live comma
Three young Italians, suited down personal
buried six feet deep (Buried six feet deep)
And they also discovered three neglected kids in that house
All of them under three years old (Under three
She sexy by design
Shorty fine
I jus have to make her mine
I can't get her off my mind
She sexy by design
She a different kind
Tell you different then
It ain’t no problem
Money will solve em
All my feelings gone
Floating far in the deep
Cover my wounds with lies
Many sharks swim the sea
Love me
dot
I point and pop, pop, pop and drop
I got my mind right, money right ready for war
For that doe Bleek bustin that fo'
This how real we get deep
my
Tears with these hundreds
When I can't fall asleep at 3 AM
At 3 AM, at 3 AM, at 3 AM
I just wanna go to sleep now
I got issues in me deep down
Try
my fucking chest, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
I feel it in my fucking chest, Chest Pains 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Verse 2
I be the pain in your chest when u wake from a deep
talkin' we just out here gettin' money
Out here fucking these hoes my youngins servin' them junkies
I got partners that smoke, I got bitches that sniff
I
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