Lyrics:
money in a major way
Time to fuck my Beyatch! Hey, and gettin' paid
You other mothafuckas fallin'
But me, and my mothafuckin' thug niggas
We straight
Yo I grew up like the regular thug I think I told you that
My only means of gettin money was to sell the crack
I shot a nigga did a bid nigga all
I was the first to bring Rolls-Royces in my projects
I ain't even gotta blow no money, bitch still gon' let me fuck her
I'm lovin' and I'm thuggin',
rollin' like Roly Poly
At fifteen, my girlfriend was thick and she would slowly blow me
I would beat it down when she come around
She was down, she would
clothes
I've been rockin' rose gold diamonds on the low
You keep bitches by the low, but you ain't pimpin' though
All my cash come by the four, I'm
go by, so you know I meant it
In school I was so shy, timid
Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Beggin' my mom for K-Mart
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
writing songs I'm off that juice
Shawty by my side, ain't no telling what I do
Yeah, I'm sitting on the top, get that money and count it up
The pain is what
that ho get naked
Watch that- watch that ho get- (Patta)
Stackin' this money up to the roof-ah
Project don't smoke hookah
You need to get off them
small money
Broadway Joe, the flow is cleaner than the fur on him
Felt like Mitch, but I can't go out by my own, homies
I can't make no love songs,
long on my cash flows
Used to waste money in my twenties
Now I've gotta keep an eye on where my cash goes
I can do it, I don't need to try
I can do
Do you listen to hip-hop
Life in a dune
Rest in peace to money fold-a
Getting wiser, getting older
That just means I'm fucking way OG
Hero pins on my
as a pea, though my weight fluctuates
Size ain't shit, cause I have enough game to make you steal from ya mama
And call her out by her name
I can make her
(Yuh)
Fell in love wit my wrist
I'm just a kid that came from the project walls
And I'm now rich (Yuh)
I came from the projects walls to stacking my money
money, we ain't learn how to act
All in the V.I.P. spendin' four or five stacks
You can tell it's T.I.P. from how I bend my hat
Send the waitress
(shit)
Glad I'm free so I smoke (shit)
Had to be what I wrote (shit)
My tragedy became Quote$ shit
Ducked off in them dark times
My backpack by that park
I went through with the plan, now the man sendin' me grams,
My coke organization still infestin' the land,
No joke, built my Mama an estate in
Money on me
all my people down to ride
Ay
Feeling lonely
You can come be by my side
Ay
Baddie on me
Feel so good when I'm inside
Ay
Got me feeling so
bust, it's like getting hit by Mack trucks
Slow money's for show money
But Harlem 'bout that fast buck
Pre-gentrified, only white I seen was bagged up
Project hoe do anything to fuck she even rap my lyrics
Had to run my fucking money up I came up from the trenches
Pussy nigga speaking on my name I tell em
[Manny Fresh]
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house
[Fiend]
Look alive, recognize, my man Shocker
Money, power, fame, ya know I'm saying, whatever
But listen, who you really do this for Shocker?
Tell
Make the money come my way
Make you look my face
Elegba mi shey
Back then them say I no go blow o
Now I dey keep am on a low o
I dey
don't do drive by's we
Do pull ups like Sonic
Don't it, remind you of greatness
Leave your ass faceless
I battle you, take your heart
And then taste it
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