(Bounus Tack) Money Now/Jump (feat. Lor Smoke)

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See we done been through all the broke shit
All the struggles all the pain
But we getting money now for real
And we getting money now
See you watching & plotting
& hating you always be saying
That we acting funny now
I remember my days was just rainy
Now I'm looking up
All I see is it's sunny now
If you play
We gon' shoot like the lakers
Got niggas that's chasing
To give you a hunnid' rounds
That's my baby my baby
She love me she probably forgave me At least like a hunnid' times
She ain't never gon' leave
Cuz she know that a young nigga up
& we getting money now
Got my eyes on the prize
If you reach for my pockets
Them rockets & choppas'
Gon' gun you down
He a clown hit his ass
With the run around
I was thorough like this
At a hunnid' pounds
Say I'm lying
Go ask what I'm bluffing bout'
Yea yea yea
What I'm bluffing bout'
I be running the streets
You just run your mouth
Call em' Corey
We send his ass in a house
I was shorty
But now I'm big brother now
I can probably blow up
Off of word of mouth
Send some shots through your door It's gon' hurt your house
Ain't a killer
But you can get murdered now
Bitch I'm clean
But I grew in a dirty house
Yea and we getting money now
If a nigga play dumb
See a opp we gon gun em' down
We gon' give em the run around
Want a glock wit a drum
That a keep bout' a hunnid' rounds
Name a nigga that's fucking with me
None of these niggas
Can sit in my seat
Member those times
I would steal just to eat
Now I walk round'
With some snakes on my feet
Member them nights
I was running the street
Telling my story
My heart on the beat
Don't make me mad
Slap you right in the teeth
Smoking on meds
I be drinking the lean
I know some steppers
That step over steppers
& most of them niggas
Be running wit me
Did this on my own
Ain't get nothing for free
Only real niggas can hang wit' a G
And we getting money now
See you watching & plotting
& hating you always be saying
That we acting funny now
I remember my days was just rainy
Now I'm looking up
All I see is it's sunny now
If you play we gon' shoot
Like the lakers
Got niggas that's chasing
To give you a hunnid' rounds
That's my baby my baby
She love me she probably forgave me At least like a hunnid' times
She ain't never gon' leave
Cuz she know that a young nigga up
& we getting money now
Got my eyes on the prize
If you reach for my pockets
Them rockets & choppas'
Gon' gun you down
He a clown
Hit his ass with the run around
I was thorough
Like this at a hunnid' pounds
Say I'm lying
Go ask what I'm bluffing bout'
Yea yea yea
Yea I get stupid checks
You can't f*ck wit the squad
All we do is flex
My bitch mad
Cuz she say all we do is sex
I get money
& ask what we doing next
I'm like Scarface
I feel like the world is mine
Don't got time for a nigga
To waste my time
I done been closed to death
Like a hunnid' times
You ain't gon touch the hand
Ain't gon take a dime
Yea yea yea yea
Where the f*ck you been
Youn' come around
Man I had to build this
From the ground
Nobody mmm mmmmmm
Where the f*ck you been
Youn' come around
Man I had to build this
From the ground
Nobody cared
When a youngin' was down
Can't f*ck with niggas
Cuz niggas be clowns
Niggas capping
Please give em' a gown
I be boxing my car like a lounge
In my dreams I be running the town
I'm a king
No you can't take my crown
Jump jump jump jump
I jumped in the water n drowned
Free my doggies
That's locked in the pound
Shh shh shh shh shh
Dress in black
& we don't make a sound
Got a drum
With about fifty rounds uh
How you gon' hate on the team
Cuz we get to the green
But you niggas
Don't know nothing bout us
When we pop out on the scene Niggas nervous they flee
From the nigga
That's tryna' red dot em'
Hit my bro like la' nigga we got em'
Nigga play
Then I might have to drop em'
Make me angry
You know ima' pop em'
Tryna copy my flow why you jockin'
Green fetti guap cheese on a Honda Spent twenty with ease
If you look at my neck
You might freeze uh
Gucci Louis fendi Prada
Member times
When I ain't have a dollar
Nigga play
Send em' straight to the doctor
It was noddles now I'm eating lobster
If you fake
You get cut from the roster
Smoking doughdie I feel like a Rasta
Niggas told me I gotta go harder
I turned to a man
& nobody had helped me
I ain't even need my real father
Nigga say he want smoke with the Gang ain't a problem
Cuz I might just up it & spark em'
Jump jump jump jump
I jumped in the water n drowned
Free my doggies
That's locked in the pound
Shh shh shh shh
Dress in black
& we don't make a sound
Got a drum
With about fifty rounds uh
Jump jump jump jump
He jumped in
& you know that he drowned
When you die
Don't be making a sound
Glick bow grab that chopper
I'm ready to slide
Hands up if you ready to die
Hands up if you ready to die
That's just some shit
That I had told myself
Bro got the glock thirty five
On the shelf
I'm bout to cop it & profit for cheap
If I gotta' cock it & pop it oh well
Look at my name
Dat bitch ringing some bells
Look at my main
That lor bitch looking swell
Uh sorry I had took a breath
That's a moment of silence
For niggas ain't here
I was like eight saw a nigga get killed
Funny thing is
That I wasn't even scared
I always wondered about what he did
Then I grew up
Started minding my biz
I need some money I take care of kids
I got some people to put in my will
I call up moody he ready to drill
I call up Eli
He grabbin' the wheels
Skrt bow
Now he on the ground
We had to lay em' down
He ain't make a sound
Yea jump jump

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