Lyrics:
here's 12 shots, we know how you do
Please make yo killings clean, slugs up in between
They eyes, like True Lies, Kill em and flee the scene
Just bring
the whole pie, I won't be denied Nathan
Maybe I need my head inside straightened
Brain contemplatin', clean out the register
Dip before somebody catches ya
hitting up my phone now
Only got one friend it's just me and Rome now
Down by 1 I got the whole team on my back yeah
Dont got a apple but I always got a mac
people bout the bigger picture
Just because the color of our skin don't mean we differ
Gotta keep my lyrics clean just like it be swiffer
Matt Barnes
a mirage
Fresh and I’m clean cuz i came from the wash
It’s all for the Nam
Outcasts outlast better believe it
Cash in my palm
Makin my way and I know that
dirty money clean money get
Some money yakhamsayin
Bitch - young money cash money
Old money whatever mna this ya boy man
I could talk a whole lotta shit
Buffett)
Get pulled over, then my bitch tuck it (woo)
Might fuck my bitch and then PornHub it (PornHub it)
Gotta clean the money, I bathtub it (clean
what the fame mean
I just wanna gain green
All this weed and liquor my system never remain clean
My bitch is wit ah 3 some
She gets to pick me one
Yo my bredrin, always get that money fam
Money make things circulate, money make many things done
Kala, ma she transfer
Have it in cash, and make
to sink my fuckin' battleship
Turnin' on his flashers callin' up the dogs
Now my Lexus Coupe is flex surrounded by the hogs
Snatchin' out my seats,
fall
I'm being hated by the seasons, so bump y'all who hatin' for no reason this my season
Hold up can I get a mic check
Smooth on anotha level cuz my
And I couldn't sell out my ci-ty,
Murder now to come up, move,
Bone'll be bringin' that city, wit me pin me,
Nigga, this the team, by the way, don't
by loyalty
She stays to herself she knows she's royalty
No time for fake chicks or those petty girls
She spends all her time trying to rock my world
Usain Bolt speed to the cash
Money can't done
All day me check fi it, bank account me just pree it
Money haffi run, yeah, just like water
Fi me son
was 3 years old,
Straight pimp game I was told.
My daddy sent me to pimp school.
In this man's world, you can't be no fool.
If a pimp is what you
clean, nigga
Deep, deep in my tumble and now to get, sentimentally steamed, wit
My, instrumelody, and heated especially ball your team, and a 45 indeed
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
'Cause if you dare, you'll see the glare
Of everyone you burned just to get there
It's comin' back around
And I keep my side of the street clean
You
I'ma clean up
I've had it up to here with these people
Fuck my coworkers, I don't like them haters either
Always snitching to the boss, every time we
clothes to things
The cash tend to spill out the seams
Should've looked at my old thing
When I told her I was chasing a dream
She the type to smoke up your
Smoking that gas by the ounce
(Ounce)
Baby ass finna bounce
(Bounce it)
Got keys to my city
I'm tryna get litty (Get litty)
The king
And I'm holding
staring at my team
You wishing that a nigga
Had looking so clean
Track jacket on my back
Looking mint green
Hanging off my ass
It's some konvict jeans
Your
party, said mayo come thru
I roll by my lonely, but after performin', I'm rollin' with two
I'm walkin' so fresh and clean, all eyes on me
She pull me
Bitch I’m on this level that you never been
We be rockin clean on the scene
Yellin #GOTEAM
Cash rules everything around me
Cream
Walk into the spot,
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