Lyrics:
Gotta be another way
Gotta be another way
Gotta be another way
Gotta be another way
Craters on my thumbs from the lighters I spun
I just stopped by
Up in this remix
Up in this remix
Today it’s all about cash and cheques empowering blacks
Having sex with ten chicks all feeling celebrity dicks
democracy
The other half spent his cash and worshipped the economy
Have you ever seen the money
Turn a man into a monster?
If you wanna live it’s gonna cost
got substantial doe
And I know you've been going through financial woes
But money is a fleeting thing that was made my us
Love was made by whatever
the God by any other name
I'm Clubber Lang with a Hogan 'stache
I'm Mr. Pink making moves with the stolen cash
Buy the bar in South Dakota then I dip out
Beemer with the Florida State tag
Hair did, tatted up, wit a whole lotta ass
Headed to the strip club with a whole lotta cash
In the back surrounded by
Messer ziehn
Ich muss was verdien, ich brauch Cash für mein Lifestyle
Und wenn ich ich nichts verkaufe gibt es wieder Drive By
Guck ich mach mein
I cash 'em in for ya
Roll my body like an Oscar
Girl, you're acting up, acting up
The pedestal, please
Can I get you off of that, get you off
to that, I'm like, "bitch,where my money at?"
Comfortable by my lonely, 'cause they snitch when you run in packs
Ghost wrote a whole mixtape for some zips
you like, you by yourself
And you just cruising on the highway man
Yeah this, this got me thinking
Uh, I'm smoking on that cat piss
Swerving
cops and they know we won't say names
Pick up the Glocks, milly rock-a-bye, bang-bang
Play by the rules, a'ight?
Walk-walk away, don't make the news,
sometimes I roll undercover
I'm from the City of Syrup, where young G's slang birds
Looking good by the herds, full of that endo herb
Nothing less, Down
weren't the feds
Your heart would beat so fast
Before your eyes life flashed
Ain't easy to make cash
Living off of meth
It's a paranoid world
Violent
mouth and my pinky ring, my wrist and my neck
I'm 'bout my business so give me my cash or give me my check
See I can biblically remember me and Trae
für meinen Dodge SUV
Ob Gangster oder Weedticker, Banker oder Kiezstricher
Das Cash fließt im Schein der Streetlichter wie der East River (yeah)
Ich
got hydraulics
You would think I'm in the West but I'm ridin' by Ragamuffin
Strap on my lap, mufucka, ain't hiding nothin'
I don't really want to,
I never settle for less, I'm always levelin' up
I'd rather live by myself then have to live with no trust
Always trustin' in God, that's what it
You got the cash, well I'm about to come in and embezzle
Man I'm on a whole 'nother level
I put the bass up in your face
And you feeling it treble
And I grab his guitar and pretend to be Johnny Cash on a stage
Just standing in the kitchen when I didn't know how to play
And I'm surrounded by snakes
by trappers and drilla's
New wap, gorgeous
Beyoncé clip 'cause it's flawless
Can't lay down with every gyal
I'm not anyone, B, I'm cautious
Big
I hit it fast
A hundred in the safe, 'just in case' cash (numbers)
Bitch, I don't do the girlfriends (I don't do it, I don't do it)
Hit the blunt
'bout he better not tell again, damn
Lil' bruh took an L, he tryna settle in (yeah, uh-huh)
And he need to PayPal my cash to settle the debt he in
Got
his cash and watch
And said, "Nems, it's Fuck Ya Lyfe until the casket drops
We 'bout all that nigga
In these streets showin' and provin'
The 'Gram
a shot glass
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