Lyrics:
they gettin' monopoly money
When I was broke
They was just laughin' at me like something was funny
Now I'm at three years on my dick
Ran that shit
now, ooh, the humanity"
"Now, with the help and support of the woman I love."
"Urging the people to evacuate the city as Martians approach."
the thug
I'm thirsty, but I don't give a fuck
Fuckin' with my ex cause I'm still in love
I can teach you how to fuck and how to stack money
I ain't went
THREE$IXFIVE
Stacking money like THREE$IXFIVE
Stacking money like THREE$IXFIVE
Think my Glock a Russian way it caught him by surprise
I, care about money
I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh
I lost my mind ten years ago
A wanderin' through the world
Let's cut right to the quick
I met me a dark-eyed girl
I was living in El Paso with
routine player
I'mma go get 'em, mix 'em up like a dealer
Man three is company, b**** call me Jack Tripper
Step up out the club wit a dizzy head
I got
never play the game by the book
If you're livin too large, ya better watch that ass
Cause the IRS,
Is gonna take yo stash
money, you
brothers in the SS
Now I can't go around and can't back up
So I gotta peep game laying in the cut
Is this a jack or a kidnap?
Since I'm never ever
With four brothers in the SS
I can't go around and can't back up
So I gotta peep game laying in the cut
Is this a jack or a kidnap?
Since I'm never
and he didn't reply, yea we all know why
Three, just another record label plant tryin' to supplant a fad or got some footprint money from his dad
Four, his
kroaa mpo aa 3bro me
Samini toa so
CHORUS : Samini
My own
The time I dey chase am then no money dey oo
My own
See my hot kpakpo shito I dey grind for
meet down
So if you burn a bridge how you gonna cross town
Think about it now and cry later
A mothafuckin money maker so I die greater
know it was the hottest part of the day
And I took the horses up to the stall
Went to the barroom, ordered drinks for all
Three days in the saddle,
the money gone clear
I ain't ever made rap money
If you ain't making no p's that flat money
50'S times 3 that's hat money
10 'Bags and a name kidnap money
I
stockbrokers who own Marriott's
Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops
The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one
Corner son, fake a jack, you
ya)
From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga
And you know what that mean bitch
Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch
social media
And, you know for me
You know I just got back my
IQ scores and they were Mensta
Level one thirty three
Ninety eighth percentile
Like straight
You're the real Jack Frost (Jack Frosty)
I'm still showin' love, by the way (by the way)
They try and drag your name through the mud every day
I'm
tell me he sorry, chain cost a Rari
I'm just getting started
Hated by many I ride like a
Hem now he in his feelins
Don't tell me you love me if you
ain't got a jack in your body
You fake ass niggaz, gettin' screened like a short pass
An' if you incorrect, I'ma diamond cut your bastard ass
You got
1 for the money and the car I drive
2 for the girls who are passing by
3 for the house on the hills outside
4 for the guys and the wild fly by
1 for
never stop makin' money
Make a million dollars in a week
Huh? (On God)
Fuck all these niggas, I don't fuck with 'em (fuck 'em)
Fuckin' these
Ayee
Mmm
Ayee
Mmm
Ayee
Pop
Ayee
Mmm
Ayee
Uh
Ayee
mhmm
Ayee
Skinny nigga but I eat me a meal
Love thick fine bitch wit good curb appeal
Ima do what I
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