Lyrics:
don't work, pray to God that he take that wheel
You don't know how it go (plea)
You hope the witness don't show (shit)
Court date's comin' slow
Baby
Always him when I, Always him when I(Like it's, like it's, like it's him)
Like it's
Homie I've been sitting on a win
Like it's
Never stopped putting two cents
Like it's
Askin oh Dom where you been
Oh thats him when I
bitch its M&Ms
Couple shots fix us up like its medicine
No work tomorrow holiday like pelicans
Party going loco we ain’t even Mexican
5 to a 10
20 to a 50
compare, to like any of my pivots[00:43.54]Pivot right, three times when I should've made a left[00:46.50]Soon as it rains all the work turns
Bjork with better fashion sense
A phone, 50 cents, and I'm building up my confidence
Respect to your work, you're an artist,
I'm a silly jerk
I think
pants
Come on let me see you do that funky new dance
Work it out girl I know you can
'Cause you got the peanut butter and this is the jam
So spread
A hundred-fifty in my blunt
I'm floating from my toes
I'm with my savage cauin' damage
Remix the work
I went to work and then we ship it home (Ew)
Like please
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
lame
He needed a change, so I gave him fifty cent
He looked up at me like I was crazy
I said listen man i rather give you my last
To see you live again
Writing rhymes at night in the house by myself
I open mailboxes, all I see was more bills
Gettin' cold chicken, walkin' down Ryan's hills
Askin' moms for 50
fifty cent, in a bad predicament
The gon' bust your head by them dead green presidents
Wipin' down the evidence, shooters at my residence
All this
niggas)
Austrian gats with extensions
Small cracks per ten cents
Big boulder for a hundred stash
It in a Benz van (Yeah)
Cartier glasses rimless
Lust for
God put them in
Father Son Spirit I got plenty friends
This is not fifty cent (No) We got many men
(Yeah) Bring the lions out take them out the den
her prima
Lil baby gone shake it like Shakira
On her knees you know I feed her
In a high speed chase in a beamer
Getting neck by two latinas
Aye Getting
got money in my eyes
All i see is paper (my nigga dollaz is making cents)
I got money in my eyes ( all is see is paper)
All i see is paper
I got money
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
to the hoes I'm Floyd unique
Anything from me please just assume it come with fee
Unc just hit my line he said his nigga copping ten
And I ain't sitting by your
about me I live what I'm spitting
Can chill on the block cuz I ain't gotta spin it
Cents$ay good he ain't making no enemies
Cents$ay good he ain't making
southern
It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin
The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my
a criminal guy but a nigga gotta
Sin to survive and the incentive is the rent on my mind
I better end up alive at the end when I'm tryna get rich
Cuz 50 cent
a hundred
Gotta let you know above it all I gotta get my money
And it's fucked right?
Got where I am I did work for it
Still would say I ain't hurt for it
But
niggas be greedy
Now I charge a fee they wanna just see me
What was my value? I think i just doubled it
I'm going up I just counted by hundreds
150 I saw
Land of the savage
A place where you can find bad Habits
Im moving the work it
It look like magic
Could lose your life over static
But truthfully im just
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