Lyrics:
were expensive clotheses
They smell like red roses
Its how the gods chosen and everything I never broke it
I need your heels and dolla bills to be your
blood
Like brothers, like family
And I say damn
Where would you be without me?
Without me
I'm fucking tired of playing God when you in need
cut
It, they're propagating Satan, they're
Propagating the demonic mind
The occultic world and I think it's
A devastating frame on our culture
Yeah,
can't fuck with yo period
I can let you suck my dick tho
[Verse 1]
Bill folds of 20s
Bank rolls of 100s
Body bags of 50s
Yeah I'm out here gettin money
those are some hard shoes to fill
Especially when the pressure's on and the mic is off
Me and my wife just struggle to pay bills
And keep our son
the big top
We want y'all to sit back and enjoy
And if y'all get offended
We don't give a shit
Where the hell my dirtbagz at?
Put your hands up, God damn I
it
Tell me fuck you gon' do
When your options fail
A block from hell, bills comin'
And your pockets frail?
You know what the fuck we did
We had rocks
school
And me I was just caught in the moment
Blinded by outer beauty
Fulfilling my inner loneliness
Chasing frivolous booty
The reality is I never met you
wouldn't kill Bill in a cul-de-sac
With a Uzi, a gat and a shoulder ax, nigga, you Provolone
Nigga, your shoulders fold under the weight
Couldn't hold
nightstand
Im hitting you and everybody else
Nigga all we know is violence we dont know anything else
Will kill a nigga mama for a body on our belt
We got
bitch ass, nigga
We hold dolla bills round this bitch, holding
Ain't a god damn thang stolen
Big Moe, that's my motherfucking nigga for L-I-F-E
So
jailed
And we still make bills
That's out our pocket
Quarter mill big faces
And it's out of pocket
Gangsters don't rap they low key
When it's time to go
keepin in live
versus those who chase the bread
many rhymes misunderstood
and I stand by every line
and I kept it on the under
don't go snatchin my wine
But I ran into some problem, that was hectic
(What's that?) Her husband came home, unexpected
(Oh shit!) He had to respect it, the god damn Ruger
I'm
passports
"Have a nice flight sir"
This is our chance, he never took a second glance
Am I ready to advance, or live by in a trance
The past thirty years
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O set go o set e
O set e o set e
O set go o set e
Singing shutting down the city
Some never gree ma'kana habit
Everyday by day a ne'me meeting
don't mess with them frauds
Put up or shut up that's skill for the bills
And I'm giving you chills you can't mess with a god
Ooh this is a battle royale
of shape isn't round a shape can I get a witness?
No... naked video but how does it feel
To have your car break while you wait on mama's hospital bills
You
High blood in a cut, 47 floors up
Engine is a buck, hope you revving yours
I'm important, omnipotent, God
Wizard of Oz just living in charge, it's like
see Louis
CK showing me his testicles
Stop it, Harvey Weinstein, God
She's only nineteen
Why have we got to be like this?
Why's Bill Cosby got to spike
remain in the dark cause
I'm wanted by the government
I know about the heroin and
Coke that they smuggling
You wonder why the president don't
Care about
And I was just playin', I was just playin' man, you feel me
Early sunday morning, im on the way to church
I don't believe in god
Thats what make it
heard you fuck it up to put your bills in check
Daddy never raised you like that
Materialistic like that
Face time you naked on line and
You tell me i got
short but still
Our time is
On the reach again
Those god damn days are adding it
Gotta rehabilitate myself and shit
But I head-on straight with a little
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