Lyrics:
That's me I bring civilization
To my city like the Ascent Hindu
Jenny do am I want me 2 Lamborghini
Make I take am run my schedules
Like the Aladin
add up all the money that you
Made from every battle that you ever had
That wouldn't even be half of what
I'm getting paid for this you make me sick
me, but we were pen pals for years
I think he was put off by my owning guns
But it's a difficult area that my family lives in
We got death threats
the last days of Sodom and Gomorrah outside (Lord)
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
Donnie, Ye, what up n-?
Get that money and n-
Me and my crew, we're the wickedest ting
New talk on road, the wickedest ting
The weed that we smoke, the wickedest ting
Gal dem know it's,
the weakest nigga out the crew
I probably make more money off yo' album, than you
You see the respect I get every time I come through
Check your own videos,
the weakest nigga out the crew
I probably make more money off yo' album, than you
You see the respect I get every time I come through
Check your own videos,
Fuck with me I might help ya believe in yaself (Ya)
Whole fuckin' crew when we stampede to the wealth
Bitch I save lives, I got the keys to ya health (I
[repeat]
[Verse Two]
Queens shit, give me cream so I can grab my dick
Sew that shit, what the fuck y'all niggas workin with?
Backwards, ass-jerk, jumpin up
wisely grin
So I surmise that writing rhymes will help me try to live again
Up in the minds of all my friends
And in websites where I get clicks
But I'm
got it like that
Once you drop it to the floor tell me can you bring it back
Aye, how you move like that.
I see you in ya groove, you wit ya crew like
that way
You hold my check can't live that way
Without my chick on deck, can't live that way
They say what they like, but I've been that way
Our
Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin' like a G
[Repeat 2X]
Daz in this motherfucker
Alright bwoy, drop that shit
That's enough to make a racist marksman aim
All the love and the blood in your heart will drain
Then we march and sing and bring martyrs fame
Who's
mama paid me
You can't even blame me, that's what the hood made me
Martin Luther King (MLK)
Calliope, Magnolia, Melphamine
Gettin' that money with
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
Now we've been through a lot of things
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
Now everybody do the Bart (do the Bart, y'all)
Now everybody do the Bart (do the Bart, y'all)
2 Live, bring it on back, that's how you move
Bring
me down
I knowing that my crew arrive
We gon' see who be the last alive
While we creep all over the place
Looking for space
In case, see him,
run
Oh, no me do not mind my part in genocide
Oh, no me do not mind committing homicide
Although the way you live is how you must die
Bismillah ir Rahman ir Raheem
If you can hear me ladies and gentlemen
Then I'm very happy that you came here
Ooh, ooh-wee
That was for Brooklyn
that's what we use too
Strip club hopping we the juice crew
She said it's 2 am I said bring your friends
She know what I meant let the night begin
We ain't
everything
But I need that
Got me fiending
Like a fiend
For them green backs
Green backs
A what up
Benz
Money ain't everything
But I need that need that
Money
make that money dance
Top Forbes, poor formal education
Top floors, cop rooms no reservations
Gold in my grave, half a ticket in my coupe
Ex
and the dirty money stinkin'
Girl, you got me speeding yeah, yeah (yeah)
Doing two-forty on Lekki Epe (yeah)
With the top down, ma she bio bio
Kedada, no do
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