Lyrics:
getting money
Smoking L's by the hundreds
We got blow, we got molly
We got blood on the money, dedicated to the money
Killing niggas for the money,
sound, call me
You want da G-mix, call me
Da remix, Ya ya
Ooh, nothing else wey Dey I go do
Money I go spend upon you
Girl I wanna do right by you
up six
Friday's the Red Alert radio mix
Then comes the day that nobody plays that
Punishment wish in the crib
Time to go chase the dibs
On a Saturday
you sit in them tires
Believe me its nothing
G-4 ? Just won't mix with my ride keep a strap on my side
Believe me its nothing
Fast women, bad
more, no more, no more
See, I made up my mind 'cause I've wasted my time
Ain't nothin' here to keep me warm
And over and over I tried
Yet over
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
I know my time is bad so I'm forcing up an apologetic smile.
And just by being myself I've gone and made my own disguise.
I was never good at talking
And entering into your demension
With intentions to bend your mind by bending space and time
The dream is real, kids, don't ever forget it, I'm in the zone
You
When it comes to getting money is on savage
Point the green homie no time we gotta have it
If you hop up on my cruise you'll get wasted
Grinding till I'm
By the time you regain sub-light they'll be no relief
Don't tell us we didn't warn ya
The bumpy slow ride will make you feel sorrier
Operator pass me
G.I.s dressed with automatic rifles and fully armed for battle, fanned out on maneuvers through the woods, backed up by a dozen Blackhawk attack
our time
Let's live life and grow
Don't say it
Just do it
Let's live by that code
We know that we're special
We blessings for sure
No time to be wasted
hard top off the old school
Gas station seven digits off the low fuel
Big bank take lil' bank, nigga cash
She wanna beef ocho you don't get a pass
G shit
Chamillitary S U C mix hol up
This is the Sound of Revenge
This for all my O G Screw Heads
Rest in Peace to Fat Pat DJ Screw
Chamillitary S U C mix
taught a long time ago
Seoul, Korea, you'll see a G-a like me-a
Never would there ever be another like he-a
G-A-N-G-S-T-A, nothing left to say
I done
There once was a kid by the name of Dave
Who stayed in the mix and never ever obeyed
He paid no attention to the shit
That was taught to him
Always
I think I got everyone inside this bitch fucking wasted
Popping off on my shit yea I'm an enabler
Ain't no trey lil bitch just roll it on the table
on my P's and Q's every day
I keep it a whole zip, that mean I'm G times 28
Someone check his pulse, I think he just overdosed
He might have to get his
elevation
I do this for them zombies
I swear dead people fuel me
No Exaggeration
But these fuck boys
Only run their mouth up
On twitter or I.G
Then turn
Cannot climb this high, be careful
But you know I am the devil, 'cause I am a fucking G.O.A.T.
Head by the daily, damn I forgot her name, think it was
wasted yeah
You had me thinking you were different
Had me locked in every time we were kissing
Saw me run it back now I'm losing my ambition
Falling in
You know what time it is
When you hear this right?
Yeah, shout out Charlie always
Let's get them fam listen, I mean
Let's get 'em Dave look
told you lies
Plus I done been thru this before it's too much wasted time
Kept it a band from the jump you think I told you lies
You can't bring the past
Section 8, Smoke-A-Lot'll stay placed in Berlin
By the end of 9-8, hell yeah
Then I'll be straight
Fuck off a hundred G's and still got money up in
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