Lyrics:
couldn't
Money addiction no one is above
Yea, yea
Go to the bank just to make a deposit
Feel like the goat I took off like a rocket
Water my diamonds
that
Killed by a swerve laid low by the curve
Do you ever think they ever thought they got what they deserved
Pity the bullet and pity the man
Who
interest
I got ah opp nigga hoe takin inches
We hit ah block, it's tint onna windows, and none of my niggas is slippin
Don't know nun' bout that lackin', I
No need to swallow dick, but you know what your job is
I got what you want, nigga, I got what you want
Not what you on, but I got what you want
Oh, you
gimme that money, lil' nigga
You knowin' that I'ma do right with it
Private charter, they snortin' that tartar
I got 'em surrounded by white women
I
the house and come outside
Never wanna see u hurt
Why does it feel like that’s a lie
Ask you to show me what I’m worth to you
Why is there no one by my side
lights in her mind
She's tired of manicured lawns this high life that seems so fine
She's wondering what is out there for years
She's been pondering
No kizzy, No cap
I got water over flowing
I got too many flows
I got too many hoes
I got sauce on my clothes
If you know then you know that's all
the feeling is gone and I must get it back right away
Before she sees that
I've been up, down, tryin' to get the feeling again
All around, tryin' to get
you cappin
SRT don’t hit me
Hellcat fly fly right by that
Yea it’s like that - I got (yea)
(Hook)
Too much sauce on me I Swear to God
All this
I'm a brand new man shine bright as a star
Say less, legs crossed at the foot of the bar
I can tell you feel touched by the way that you walk
Make
basic needs
If I gotta be a Nomad that's fine by me
got bills for water and heat
That's basic needs what the fuck you mean
If I gotta be a Nomad no
Her blood pressure high her fate in a seal
And she got a cancer that no one can heal
How do you tell to a four year old that her mommy is dying
Shit is
Walk around like I'm the champ with that belt like Ryan
Hook line em, Muhammad, knock out Mike Ty'
Beat the beat I produce by myself, I'm nice
I'm
I got so many things to tell you, but we're so opposite
Second guessing if I tell you, that you were on my list
Then I would break the spell that
(Ear Drummers!)
Yeah, yeah
Mike WiLL Got-It
Yeah, uh
Yeah the flow is ice cold, but I'm a hot boy
You out here fuckin' anything then you's
know I mean that
Physical rhymes all meant to intimidate
All niggaz take note, don't imitate
Rippin is the cut, freaks scurry for my T-I-P
Tryna get
What about this arresting from the police?
(What about us?) What about my young thugs cry?
It's for my incarcerated niggas
That stuck in the pin
I know this girl her name Tiffany
She never was friends with me
But she about that money
So I got her eventually
She always say "Hey" to me
Was never
understand what's at stake
Or that we older and time just slippin' away
The world is colder
Everyday the weight of water's on my shoulders, it's gettin'
her lockjaw she got suck the whole clique
You niggas talk a whole lot but ain't on shit
Ap flooded out water on my wrist
Snap my fingers I can take yo
She gone call me when her man acting up
I bet she call me yeah to come and beat up
I save her from the stress from that lame and headaches
I tend
See that's where you got me fucked up
'Cause I'm grateful for my lil' fifteen a hour
All I'm sayin' is these companies gon' ho you
So yeah I get my
at, I'm on different planes (In the building)
She got me feeling like that one time
One time that time I was so high (I was so high)
I said let me hit
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