Lyrics:
all me, stay true, that's all me
No help, that's all me, all me for real
Money on my mind, you should think the same
J's on, pinky ring, dogging
I’ve had enough of it.
The way you shut me out.
I’m hanging by a thread.
My head is buffering to calm me down.
She knows everything about me.
We
neck
My nigga dav forever solid never fold
He told me it's about the money nigga fuck these hoes
I told him if he has problems just lemme know
I call
Lookin just like my Tns
And I been getting money no joke
But I still get to it everyday like i'm broke
Pouring up Moët by the moat
Nice weekend away had
fries
In the club, in V.I.P with y'all bitches and my guys
We get money, we don't want beef
Take that beef shit to Five Guys
Start shit, got five guys
we we jamming everyday
All about the money we not here to play
Enti s3 3ny3 adwuma diaa never call my name
NA y3b3 y3 saa, AMA saa ay3 saa
Me and my
like Curry wit' the free throws
Allergic to the fake that shit gotta go
Addicted to the hustle gotta stay on my toes
You say that you about it all you
Well hey, you know that lady on the top floor of my buildin'?
The heavyset one with about ten children?
You may remember her as a slim honey
when
in Montana got my
Nack for surviving
Way we got 'em wigglin'
Their vision with the bass
Like we're droppin acid hits
On the back of their spinals
Now
of the loop
If they in it then I tell em all to move
Nino get it by the two
If you aint talkin money you on mute
They aint see me, they aint even got a clue
But
leave a eye witness
Barry White triplets, I'm grabbin em
Plus the Eddie Floyd Stax album in
The back by the bathroom
Knowin all this shit no one knows
Way
the money
Because many bills dey wait for me
Who go help if no be my hustle
Story story super story
But all I wan hear is about the money
Comot for here
Fuck this the fucks up with you I can take it
Tell me go away the fuck am I to do
How much do I love and care about you
If you don’t its all good
Your
fosho
I ain't tell you about the money, in case you fake if you see dough
It don't matter how far we gon' go
If you by my side for the while, we gon'
vibe
Yo we break bread, break heads, my people shake feds
Gamble and scramble, F what your man do
It's all about this husltin' game, muscle and fame
I'm about
(Money, dope, cars, and bitches)
Everywhere y'all niggas go y'all can be touched
(When they see Dat Nigga Daz they say I'm dangerous)
I got a little bit of money feelin' my pockets
Roll around like I run this shit
I got a system filled up with toxins
I been broken hearted and I
being really known
- I had three
That's what the cypher is about - all
Three of my identities have it out
Each express their reasons for being
Making
Lemme introduce myself I go by name of grey
The only thing you should know about me is that I'm great
I don't care if you agree or think that I may be
gave up my lead
Hope you get what's coming, and you get hit with speed
Talking down on my name, they all diss my believes
They all on my back, tryna
that shit wasn't that short
I was fucking bored in the airport but okay
Now I can finally see my family living all happily
But was that reality or was
and turn the decibels up
I ain't got no friends left, I left them all in the dust
I made the trip just to get some french air in my lungs
I'm on my aloe vera
at the shit that you thought was ok
Look at my face, look at my state
Look at this beautiful life that we made, it's not about money, it's not about fame
Top
And trap by, Night
Eight to, Five That's my work, Life
Shout out, Jim Jones We all about, That vamp life
But thank God, That curfew's Over I could, Trap
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