Lyrics:
back, how thoughtfuless
Now I'm standing in the streets tryna politic with her
In her mind she calling me a misogynist nigga
On some Bobby Brown shit my
shey you tell me say
my mind dey for you
but small thing lead to long thing
now everything don dabaru ooh oh.
cross my heart and hope to die
forever
cut like that, I see it in your eyes
I'm never lonely, it's on me, it's by my side
You and your homie run on me, that's homicide
Off the muscle, I'ma
wanna hop up on it cause im rich
Please stop calling you is just another bitch
Yous annoying and your p**** really stink
You cant hang with me lil bitch
could never be me , Roll a bitch up in some zaza
I’m smoking on bitches that’s not even dead
Shit really bussin , it’s hitting like meds
That bitch
Set of big wheels every time I ride
Shawty said she wanted me to cum inside
That aint gona happen even if ya tubes tied
Im from florida baby i got
Get that bag, got that swag Call me Mr. Splash
Always runnin' to the money I'm never losin' track, yeah
Gotta keep my money in my stash Niggas actin'
expensive, nothing's too good
This should be the Real Nigga Grammys, where we buy Rollies
And treat 'em like trophies, you'll never understand me
You ain't
Second album of the year, I'm on my trap shit
Make a skinny ho pay me like a fat bitch (Uh-uh)
Fly the Mulsanne like a plane, a boss behind tint
Met a girl by the name of Miss Fortune
Her daddy was a very rich man
He told me, "Son, proceed with caution
If you wanna take my little girl's
tasteful.
.. you'll get into it. oh, some more - look - it's almost like going to a, well, never mind. heh, heh, heh. I just want to remind you that you are
climb on up, never fold
Rich shit, nigga shit, climb on up, die, go
Rich shit, nigga shit, climb on up, never fold
Yeah I'm up
You pussies thought
Rich man's folly and poor man's dream
I painted these
While beavers built dams all around me
And come September, come fall
Holding a job was not
I got money on my mind yea you know we finna win
I got hoes on my line yea you know we get it in
Yea you know we finna win
Yea Big body truck
a lot just for
When I'm back do not call me baby
I lost my mind it is some where baby
You know that I am always crazy always crazy
When I'm done
By
a lot just for
When I'm back do not call me baby
I lost my mind it is some where baby
You know that I am always crazy
Always crazy
When I'm done
By
slide
I got a twin brother
And he don't play, his name is DJ, and he always gon' slay
Me and him together, we a big problem
It's like a crossword, but
my ex
I still remember the text yeah
When I’m back do not call me baby
I lost my mind it is some where baby
You know that I am always crazy
I’ll do
I started off with a Chevy
Now I got me a new Bentley
Never going broke again
I’m preaching this shit like a reverend
Oww
Written by: Chukwunonso
Hercules
You will never see me cause this money always workin me
So much on my mind, I'm wishing that I can show you
Just so you can feel me
So much on my
cannot catch me 'lackin
(Never)
Know we stay 'packin (always)
Damn check the mail
Just to see if them packs in
Call 'em uncle sam
At the way they be 'taxin
some local mentions
From what I hear dey be penny pinching
But never mind dat imma get Deez Benji's
I’m ‘chef bar R-D’ I come with the sauce
Phenom I
didn’t have shit I’m blacking
Diamonds on my chain and the Rolex get the blackened
Don’t stand by me you already know Niggas clapping
Don’t stand by me you
that Glock, think I'm pussy?
Oh shit, yeah, Big Punisher's off his rocker (huh)
What you got? Beef wit' B? Aight then papi, Sheek's with me (uh, uh)
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