Lyrics:
deep
Mona would call me Vinci
Roll up my sleeves, no ink
I don't really get the way that the game is goin'
Clouds are rollin' in in this forrest and it's
bout it by the flowers in your bio
I already got scars over my brain that you be healing
You was locked up, I put keys in
That's a big win, on God on my
just adding up wins
If you try to play me rip
Continue screen with a countdown
You wasn't grinding back then
Don't hit my line tryna find out
Can't count
I get like, that
They call me moneybags
I get like, that
They call me moneybags
I get like
Motivated by green, and boy success what I breathe
But I
(Don't leave me lord)
I'd probably lose my mind
Before I lose a bitch
You'd probably lose your mind
If we aiming with the stick
I know how it feels
When
hit the backbeat on the 2 and the 4
That's how you get the people up on the dancefloor
(You see you're working your neck already, yeah?)
The key
the hell
Now is that time, roll for the money
Life is a gamble but I'm a sure thing honey
Girl, you know you driving me crazy
So how bout it come on let's
some grind on it
Look how I shine on it...
The wins come easier when you apply don't it
Wild loud for the show ones I call em street lights always get
wonder why I don't work well
I'm broke as hell
The music made me known as well
So I invested in crow and shells
Cause where I'm from, you slip
You
the Crew
That hoe that you call yo wife
She was fucking me to
Doin what hoes love yo do
She was sucking me to
Sad How You
Dag How You
Forget About All
is all that, all G
And I know that they don't want to see
And I keep them guns by the dozens
Shells by the hundred
So you don't want no problems
It
hate?
How you hate before you even get to Wash yo face?
You can’t play a player don’t even try to flake on me
You’s a snake homie
I just Stack the cake up
were there by my side
Happy times or shitty times
You made me feel alright
Anytime I want I could call you
Didn't matter when you would come through
You
matter
I come to make you smile
In the freakiest manners
J to the L-O
Hello, no I'm not Ley Harvery Oswald
I'm the rule in the shot call
Off the wall
time to waste
You can call me JB by the way these bitches flock
You can call me JB cause I'm that boy on the block
You can get hit with the AR
the way you flaunt
Come inside enjoy the ride
Chill with me on norm
Girl stay with me till morn
Breakfast in the morning
Just egg hot spread
Orange juice
tonight
Walk away if you're afraid to try
But tell me what you want
To do with your life
Cause on the day you die
I'll be by your side
I know they call her
're bluffin', won't do nothin'
Sittin' on the shelf like Stove Top Stuffin'
I know you had enough and want to call it quits
Believe me, this ain't it
Don't ever
Baby, is you down, do you wanna ride?
Girl, I'm the Tech right by your side
Just grab me if you need your plots to die
Just grab me if you need
or hoe, rich or po'
Eightball got flow, MJG
Here comes the one they call the P-I, M-P, never will retire
The tree-high, green leaf, helps me to get
in
And if you leave me now
Don't know where I'd begin
You keep my demons out
You keep my secrets in
I was lucky as a kid
I didn't want for anything
I
night texts I respond to
Telling me you can't really sleep can I call you
But come through
If you need somebody to talk to
Nothing really heals the pain
the nigga with the hoodrat
Mm, mm, mm, mm, got it down pat
You call her what you want or even all that
I been taught by the best, so put it to rest
And I
her come first like race
I'm stealing girls like I'm out here stealing base
I got them tied up just like a shoelace
Ya'll gone make me go out here
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