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I’m trynna hit my prime
I don’t want to be living just getting by
I’m trynna live a better life
Trynna get my mama a better ride
Home is every time I

tools
Aint no rules in these streets
You get slimed by who you close too
You aint slimey like me
Nigga thats not you
That bitch is old news
I'm who she

(Yo where we going)
(Gon ride)
(Fly, lie)
(Getting that money, you feel me)
(How about you come with and show me what u can do)
(Gotta know that shit

bosses in my network
I can call the plays like Mahomes
My goal by 30 is to own a few homes lil n****
If you broke, never hit my phone
Money talk only

it
It's not what you think
You see the money is great
But it's getting tough
I'm focused on eight
Cause six ain't enough
I know they gon' hate
But

getting stabbed by a knife"
Never got it in the past but now I understand
I never got to be a boy always been a man
Since day one with the fam
I made money

has gone
How have things been with our father?

New York state is
Feeling vacant
Oh what a shadow cast
By that Erebus of a city

Unlike Rochester
I'm

Jesus is The Wizard of Awes
I have no intentions of blasphemy
I know when you mention a wizard
The picture is dark and surrounded by casulties
But

money, that shit is amazing
Yeah, all of my niggas, we livin' amazing , play with our name, it could really get dangerous
We runnin' the city like this is

retaliate,
Fuck the police, trynna lock me to cage,
How come the snitch is not in my spliff,
How come the yute is not getting blazed
Chci mít racks jako Andrew

money right in the jacuzzi
Diamonds dancin' like I'm Drake and Future
BMW 745, LL, I had worked that bitch like a scooter
I flex that one crazy
I flex

Uh, sinserely they hating on me
Huh, sinserely they wanna be me
Uh, sinserely he watch on tv
Huh, sinserely he getting that cheese
Sinserely this,

away Brains getting bags full of shit that I desire
I don't have the money at the moment to replace my fuckin' tire Oh well, R.C. you're fired, shit, man

guest no handles play her to the left
Money shot yeah I leave her a mess excuse all the drip
Can you weather yeah the storm yeah baby my shoes are

know how this shit go
But even players sometimes get a time out right
Or they foul out but it's all the same
Yeah the money cool but it's subject

a flight to Caribbean islands
Getting money baby
This a round trip
You was never a down bitch
You got many men running round this town and shit
How does that

it's "oh wow he slaying it"
Life's like a game I'm getting tired of playing it
Stick by my lonely
Ain't got much to say of it
My bitch drive the boat
So

saturate
And I'm tryna break the gate
My minds on a different state
I gotta distant fate
But it's getting closer by the day and that feelings great
Really I

concierge
I'm feasting like connoisseur
Nicholas Cage in Con Air
How I'm taking the lead
It was a quarter past twelve
I dropped fresh juice by
For health
With

it
Cant sweat about no bitch I only worry bout blue faces
Cruising down the E way, think he bout it so we racing
Tryna drown up in that money like

Shit

My heart rate is getting faster by the hour
Yeah i'm fucked up in the shower
Gotta face it i'm a coward
While you're treating your demons
I got no

time

Im knowing that it's gon get better in time

I hope..

The bro's don't take personal that I'm antisocial
I hope!

My dawg meant good by what he did

to limit
It don't need a definition
For beauty recognition
I'm making use of my ambition
Making art as a musician
Overcome other's suspicion
Step by step

on the floor
Grab the money out the drawer, then I'm busting out the door
I've been playing on the floor, but now I'm trying by the court

I might blow a lot