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me what you need
look baby I know we're far from perfect
the game and the money, they could take it it's worthless
i know it's hard to deal with my

of the worst of the worst you the best of the best
Tell me why I live for nothing why not die like the rest
Cause I can't take the stress
Where's my lioness, I

then they didn't know me now these bitches all on my dick now
Pop a xan, pop a bottle, pop a band and throw the money on a bitch
While she pussy popping

around for you, spin around when you take dick
Baby just be patient, ima weigh less if the cash dip
Girl if you were my waitress, just know i'd give you

Day by day I sit in here Wondering, questioning fears
Keep who I love close and dear Pray that you take me from here
I hope to one day make better

all of my proceeds
Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb
After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)
Yeah, and I

focused on the money

Focused on the money
Yea you like conversation
Well let's Talk about some money

Instead tryna see where my head at
Well baby let me

Even on worse day I'm your biggest fan still
Tell the hoes to catch me outside
I'll console em like Dr Phil
Poor baby done got did in by lames
She can't

Takin' bad bitches home wit' me (oh)
Give a damn about receipts, oh (oh)
Spend it all, watch it blow away
Take a dose, don't misuse it, pop fifteen,

them anymore
Sing a baby lullabies I'mma catch em by surprise
As I crawl up to the sky in benz
Got a girl by my side in a whip and I drip like niggas

Don't escalate negotiations with the weapons
Cause ain't no coming back from brash decisions
To this day I'm thanking God my babies made it out that car

my combo
Money and vibes steady on flow

Owo ni koko ni koko
Voca money never go low
Original no be chinko
Strike a pose take a foto
With Voca money ah

Dead and Gone

Cute Is What We Aim For

Punk Goes Pop, Vol. 3

2010

find my way back home
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
Oh oh

I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn my head

a deuce five riding on the trolly
On my way to school like dare nigga try me
Look, cause where I'm from I'm a blood on the nile
Surrounded by blue water,

The Cards

Rapsody

The Idea of Beautiful

2012

they all growin' with me
Allowed to do it, make music I want because it's all indie
And take the bulk of my money, wait 'til we all sellin' plenty

inside my ocular vein
It's like you take me for a commoner, man
Bro I will break you down and twist you like an Oliver braid
You a snake, Mr. Boa, so

you text my phone, I ignore it
I leave it on read
I'd rather chill out by my lonely, count money instead
Every time I turn around, you on my line
I

B-B-Bankroll got it

Uh, I stand by my word, don't back-paddle (unh-uh)
Fetti longer than an ostrich Adam's apple (an ostrich?)
Give me my 'speck

Baby you gon' make it I know it
You got a lot of drive, I can tell you know where you're going
My only hope is when you get it, play it cool don't

dagbana timo ti fagbana
Sho le fomi ko Korin fun mi
Nah your body just Dey totori
Shey you go Dey for me
If I Dey for you my baby
I say make we flex body

I'll pick you up at the paradise
Looking out for a fight


My time
My times gone
I got nothing to live for baby
IF you leave your money home
My types

wasn't deep baby, wasn't tryna keep
All I do is think I don't ever sleep
Turn the pain off, turn the lights off
Turn the mic on, get my vibes off
Put you

me do my thing, nigga, let me be
I ain't perfect, I'll admit it, but who are you to judge me
I ain't fuckers on the skirt, getting money, that's my

know I run this town
Cost like fifty thousand dollars if you want a buss down
Ever sense I got this money all the hoes they call me now
Take a look here