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that it isn't Saint Patty's Day, bro
But I'm still stacking up plenty of green
And all of my money is above the table

These politicians should learn

verse, bitches lapped up in mass submissive
The last rendition of God's will, made it by his hand
Not a movie life is novel, a script of silt and sand
Last

I made it, all the mofuckas hate it
And now they all lookin' jaded, with all this money I'm makin'
Lil bitch, I'm practically famous, you sit

Lookin' at the moon, never sunlight
I be getting money with the ghost
40 in the mud, see the bloodline
Pulling no stars, semi auto for the foes

you’re not used to it by the look on your face, oh well
why cant you just give me a break 
cause youve been lying for a while i wont beg you to change
she

it, I'ma spend it, I'ma go and I'ma get it
I go and get the money but I never chase a nigga
Yo, I like this nigga but he really not consistent
I'm not

Yeah

follow the way of the leader Got me growing by the day, just like cedar
demon run up, we got us a bleeder I refuse to go sit in them bleachers
Lord

count, you ain't from the turf
It's a nigga wit' a attitude down the hall
Smoking weed, playing rap, writing on the wall
I invented rap and roll by

of the game

Yeah I'm on top of the game
Bxd is the name
Fuck with my Demons
Get burned by the flames
Not here for money or fame
Here to drive eardrums

news
Walking dollar sign I cant keep it in the piggy bank
S and P 500 I get 10 percent on this
They judge me by my medicine cant even fuck with this
I

I give her my money, I give her my time
A wet rinse later we sparkle and shine 
Jaw on the floor for this wicked witch
I do-do-do-do and she scratch

the video cause I'm generous
Sell a Pontiac, I'm whipping a Genesis, pull up on your block that's when it get treacherous
Stack up my money like I'm playing

Now we finally came here in front of the town hall,
United by our wish to bring about their downfall,
We got a justified claim, we're not gonna sing

you know that's gon be tricky 
Just know that mans be chasing money till he's sixty 
These diamonds hang on man they drippy get an umbrella
Mans was

of the light
You said you had my back bro
But now you ain't by my side
Fake ones they be folding
It's just proving me right
That the real ones are harder to find

a feature, then you gotta pay
Nigga want smoke, then let's make it a date
I smoke and gas on my music, get lifted
I grew up always surrounded by sinners
Crazy

high off the breeze , hand on The trigger I squeeze, lungs are so Heavy do not let it breathe, obtaining The cheese, money the motive 
That's what I

ain't never tried
To check you bout a check
All the bitched bottom barrel
Me and mines is upper deck
I ain't worried bout the wrong
Think dun know money

Let em speak and confess
Tell em JAY has made it
A way you can never suggest
I could tell em by myself
But I don't speak to the press
My life is

You're always late by about 15 minutes
You think that traffic doesn't exist, until you're caught up in it
My cubicle walls remind me of time

WHcT WILL YOU ScY?     Words & Music by cNNEMcRIE PICERNO 7/31/2015 BMI


Some friends have known me a  long time.
Others have traveled  past me
If

Every time that I pass by
I'm a whole new man
When I ride the waves
c full tank a gas, and a filled up flask I didn't even have to pay
Cause I got

Hustling for too long
Moving through the stress
Head in the heavens 
Counting money counting blessings 

Ever since the jump I been patient 
Started 2010 in

Counting money counting blessings 

Ever since the jump I been patient 
Started 2010 in a basement 
Life a red light 
I been waiting
Writing all my songs