Lyrics:
the shade of a penny
I could put you in some new shit even buy you fenty
You 4'9 super fine with a ass like Iggy's
If you the one I'll take you home if not
know
Mike was the illest on the ball court. Smoked New Port Shorts
Had a promising career till D's kicked in his door
He was moving that raw
enough, feel it in your cuticles
See it moving through
Your body, ima bad man like John Gotti
Perfect for the ones who so naughty
Sipping on Bacardi
Looking
longish yeng yeng wid a bitch pon it
Rev it up a change gear like tiptronic
Any Weh we ride by we a sick sumaddy
Spenshell a fall boy wear a bird shit
me when you wake up
New gifts you can open
Chanel number 9 I got 99 gifts
99 Problems but the money stay legit
I got demons you not worried you still
choppa by the meter
It's a eater you a ghost
Big beefer 4 seater
Everybody want the smoke
Woah
I can not stop getting money on the low
Big bag chaser
Three fifty nine is how much you owe
Like are you serious right neow bro
Hair so thin just like your body
Rizz so bad like "Hey there shawty"
Arms so
drugs thats how we get by
Clean everyday no need no necktie
Work with a 9 thats why we press 5
Mad a road
Yow a we a cock up the phattest gyal a road
that your aunty Aisha
You remember that time you used to learn scramble
By the way are you still using that spectacle
I can buy you new one when I next
new details that we'll share
I hope you care enough for me to go there
Interesting details, thoughts of you and I
Locked in a room by candle light
me and the Mob gotta trunk fulla 9's
Play ya and I'll slay ya
I got thug-made dough by the ha-ir
Ready to BUCK BUCK BUCK and it's a must
to DUCK
again,
who is it? The black nigga that they call Ren,
Won't be brackin' on a nine dubble M,
my still talk kids turn tricks and you sticks n' stones,
so
inquiring like what is this new thing
This fighting is tiring but your reign keeps on pulling
I been nine to fiving but I know we got bills we
Lost what was
coming back to this bitch
Uh, guess you can say I got the money ball
They say when it rains, it pours
Look at this money fall, hah
New York City
Two four I ball like a laker
New team like I play for the pacers
Counting this money im counting this paper
You sneak diss so we lifted ya face up
you if its love for me
Verse 2
She gotta Stallion on her left
City girl on her right
She move her body ody ody
If tequila nearby
cnybody in here tryna
to him
Grew up in the church, but ain't got the new birth
Now his memory burstin and bubbling
He heard about Christ all the time
He thought he'd just leave
To real niggaz to real niggaz
K B X, yo, yo
Who wants to test the untestable?
Infrared nine at your spine, leave you vegetable
Where the bullet not
Uh yeah
Here we go
It was nine, five
On your way to death row
Bad boy killas
What you taught me on the West coast
Always screaming out
Death
[SOS]
By the dawn of the new millennium we saw bright chains
Winter brought along platinum causing the ice age
No more Gold, no more YO! MTV RAPS
Now
me and the Mob gotta trunk fulla 9's
Play ya and I'll slay ya
I got thug-made dough by the ha-ir
Ready to BUCK BUCK BUCK and it's a must
to DUCK
big body Benz it's the navigators
In the hood, servin freaks like I'm a restaurant waiter
Blue lights on the Jag cus I love to shine
Keep it by my
like Katie Hopkins
Had that boy there run so fast
Made them boy there zoom, now it's a conference
Bro got bodies on the conscious
Mi-Million pound
S press on grab locks TT's
Got hotspot like BT
If I step with six in the nine
Let it sing like FEFE don't wanna see me
My new ting brown like RiRi
Step out
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