Lyrics:
'em
We always solve 'em, like
Man, it's kinda crazy thinking about it though
Like so much has happened yo, and I mean shit, by the time y'all are
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
chill now you punch
Larceny? All I see is a bunch of new punks
I'd have you lyin' to ya mother
Bringin' money e'ry day nigga
You ain't even have to pay
shit
Talkin' cash money shit
A hunnid Ps, ten keys
Talkin' cash money bricks
What you doing around Spice Lane man?
They'll put you in a goddamn
(Hxllxw) yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah (Oh)
(Shoutout Bhristo, nigga)
I keep poppin' pills, I'm a rich addict
Pop a half a Xan', pop a half
walking with a limp
Got into a pinch
In my pants, up and down a clip
Held by chimp
I'm the man when it come to this
Throwin' out tips
Man her
that kid Doogie Howser
So cool out, Purno, I'll burn you, no jive
I wiggidy wax that scalp like Alberto V-O Five
Diggidy damn right, half pint, I
livewire
Spend half of ya time, smashing ya spine
Other half we getting money and more money
You think about cars, I got "goin to war" money
We gettin'
Watch how I drop the hammer on the heater, man
Bakin like Anita, man
Drinkin on a damn Liter
Tryin to mind my P's and Q's
(Pints and quarts)
So I pass
competitor elimination
I-I-I-I was taking trips with Web to move weight
Came back to Queens to hit up a new state
Bitches don't know the half, like they flunk
money goin', bitch, I got a Tray on me
And we get 'em by the pint, I'ma pour a 8 at least
And we get 'em by the pint, I'ma pour a 8 at least
I always
the cash tight
They say that i could blow, and it kilt me
Like playing bagpipes
I want the rap life
I'm the shit, and yall are just ass wipes
Half pints
a trace
Nah I ain't passing pint bottles, I take that to the face
You simping for a bitch I thru out… you a disgrace
If I know one thing my money betta not
hate kuz I look out for my people
Fucked a bitch of a perc, she could tell in my pupil
Get yo money up
Eon't even got enough
Cash to get a mufuckin half
respects
Taking out loans
Savin all our necks
Sick money blows
I write iller checks
Rationing dough
Eatin food stamps
Turn the lights low
I got antique
fucking starving
Cooking up dope in the RV
Cook it with Harvey
Just bought a halfie
Flip it by half-three
I see the numbers enlarging
All for my darling
All
Backpack Boys
I do it by myself, I don't need no butler
If i don't got a Glock, then you know imma cut him
I'm the coach of the team and you know
thousand last week
I just might blow three
Turn a half to a hundred
Turn a nigga hat to a skully
Fuck around, put bands on your buddy
Got a bag full of money
it's fryin' on the stove
You hoes can't drive me crazy, keep your eyes on the road
Got the money on my mind, and bodies on my nine
And I swear everyday
Half a pint of zing e vitamin c reaches into wake up the inner me
Open up my emails on my tablet phone to see if anyone loves me and I'm not all alone
niggas they so cap
Man they need to go apply at Lids
Everything that they doing?
I done, done it I'm a Pioneer
Niggas must be gay
Saying "Fuck the money
a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He
a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He
day I'm blazed up, fall asleep high
Get high when I wake up, no job, no money
But I got some buddies coming through
Yo, dude, you want to do a line
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