Lyrics:
Stripes on me wolverine
Jewelry feen
keep it clean
Goin hard for my team
Goin hard by any means
I got money in my jeans
Paper chaser in my genes
at
Worth forty M's, I respect that
I put all my jewels on just to bone your chick
You know the boss well known for leavin' bonuses
We makin' money, may it
Tomorrow could always be worst
Now keep them bottles coming by the kiloliter
And get that Ana off your chest, try to keep a clean shirt
I'm so grand
money never plummet
And you know we dumb lit, and we on that dumb shit
One two three four five six seven
They once told us that all dawgz go to heaven
actin' like bitches
Makin' them disses
I'm at your neck, I value respect
It's not only money and riches
I'm in the new mode
Keepin' my foot on the gas
It
a cop or two
'Cause me and the crew could still get our rocks off
The penitentiary don't stop a nigga 'cause he's in jail
Hell I'm makin' more money
a cop or two
'Cause me and the crew could still get our rocks off
The penitentiary don't stop a nigga 'cause he's in jail
Hell I'm makin' more money
felt like runnin
Damn i smell like money
A nigga tryna ball like mr clean gold chains like mr t stay fresh like listerine
And i hope that you motivated
minding my business
Makin these records like I'm in the Guinness
Ice in my drink imma cool it
Spitting that fire it's too lit
I got plans like a blueprint
you screamin' my name while I'm makin' you shout
I'll grip you right by the throat while I stroke and
Just bang it out, bang it out, bangin' you right
fucking told ya
But I'ma die lit, I'm never sober
Too consistent when I switch the flow up
If that dude is trippin', then his bitch I stole her
See that
like snotty noes
Hollywood I'm still stuntin', makin' paper all around the country
I'm getting throwed, fucking hoes, getting dome and counting money
like snotty noes
Hollywood I'm still stuntin', makin' paper all around the country
I'm getting throwed, fucking hoes, getting dome and counting money
I'm makin' moves need some money and Balmain jeans
We gon have to do it different blow uh bag this week
Swear I know the game like the back of my hand
It's worth the wait, even so far away
I'm makin’ the night mine until the day I die
No lights to brake when you're hangin’ by fate
You know what it feels
down I'm showin how I can make it happen
Rackin my brain for what my heart is tellin it till I fell in it
Just because I'm makin money off my soul don't
fuck with the bitch yea I'm getting ahead
Beat up the pussy I'm makin' it red
Trap niggas yea we makin' the bread
Single niggas hanging on by a thread
on my first day out
I I've been drinkin' titos
Get high by the kilos
Fuckin' on Latina bitches, yeah, we make burritos
You're not makin' bread, no money
make your bitch recite a script just like she makin' a movie
That's it fuck, money (bitch)
Let's talk money
Lil' bitch
Lil' bitch
Lil' bitch
Lil'
Yeah
Never in your fuckin' life
Look
Ayo
In the bank, makin' deposits (uh-huh)
I was just sellin' crank in the projects (I was)
Now I get
I got my boss in the kitchen (Kitchen!)
Serving me like how did it (Did it!)
She makin something delicious (-licious!)
She finna hold on the chicken
Don’t talk to me unless you talking a hunnid
Boy I’m makin all this cheese
It’s like I make an abundance
And I would lick her feet but lil Mama got
was meant, washin' money with the lint
Register [?] it up like Lykke
And I look like I'm meant to dress better than you niggas
Rhyme like I know I'm
was meant, washin' money with the lint
Register [?] it up like Lykke
And I look like I'm meant to dress better than you niggas
Rhyme like I know I'm
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