Lyrics:
It's 2 a.m. in Louisville
All the kids are double tapping pics shot on a Fuji Film
Hating on me, yes I'm sure he will
Ask how many tracks he has with
my move
Little bitch back up (Bitch back up)
Having my way yes I did it
Time to get the bag
And go head and spend it
I keep a drake like drizzy
Go
the judge, wouldn't cut you no slack
Ima call y'all Whitney Houston, cause it must be crack
Feeling like Drake the way I'm coming back to back
And with
can tell you he is the father, we don't need more
I can never worry when I'm in Brooksville
Thinkin' R.I.P. money when I ride by the Ville
When I'm up
this fucking money on studio time, and your fucking priorities aren't even aligned with what mommy and daddy sent you out there for
Who are you?
Look
Slide to my home
Don't lie you want too
You can call my phone
Anytime you need me
Got it going on
Money coming easy
Imma come through like I'm drake
Don't
neck
And if he playin with my money put that nigga to rest
Remember i was down bad i had to fuck up a check
Ignoring all the opps and every single one
communicate. I promise everything get better with the time, I'll pour you glass of wine!
Verse:
Usually, I'm on the grind but you on my mind you remind
other guys
She was really truly sorry, but if I make some money then maybe she could be with me
She'd talk to her father who owned a boat on the water
So
with things like that
Why you let her get away with that? )
I thought she was buggin just to see what I'd say
I said nuttin, let her friend come anyway
ain't perfect
I'm blessed and I'm filled with that faith
I stay strapped with a drake 'cause
They filled with that hate
I'm a man of my word, it's a go if
by, now I can’t stop my eyes on lock
Spud and 1K to the top. We chasing money not a thot
Said she can treat me like a super star said I hear that a lot
of a
I'm a copy of a
I made a Drake type beat, I made some money
Type beat, yeah I made some money
Dua Lipa type beat, I made some money
Had to make my
(Yeah, you know Talal in this shit)
If you run up on me, I got the money
Niggas act up, they think I'm funny
I got the cash, and a snow bunny
Your
Ladies and gentlemen
It's my pleasure to introduce to you
He's a friend of mine
Yes, yes I am
And he goes by the name
Justin
All the way
Date four hoes, make her smile and make her moan though
Lady charmer put armor by your baby mama
I hate to say it a later moment I didn't warn ya
High
them niggas, with big things playing
I'm playing monopoly (Monopoly)
Cos I want more money (Man I want more money)
I'm playing monopoly (Playing
that money talk
Watch me drip on these haters like a leaking faucet
I been popping molly with no precaution
She gone move her body in slower motion
Show
the drop for the low
First, I'ma tell you how this go
Your ho (yeah) , she suckin' dick for the low
Go get you so money, you broke
No, I'm not your friend
hustled with him him and them)
From back ally’s and dead ends
Hood rats and frail friends
I just wanna make my ends meet
(That’s my money)
On the east side
He made hats for a lot of great men
But none were finer then he made for a friend
He made 'em the old way, steamed, and creased 'em by hand
He'd take
fired by the gray man
With shaky hand
But not shaky enough to miss
Hit, Lost Boy in back
So-called Friend runs for door
Leaves First Son
fired by the gray man
With shaky hand
But not shaky enough to miss
Hit, Lost Boy in back
So-called Friend runs for door
Leaves First Son
THE WAY THAT YOU MOVING
TRYNA FIGURE OUT WHAT BIG AND PAC , WOULD BE DOING WITH MY POCKETS
GETTING BY OR GETTING BLOCKS SERVING PRODUCTS PRODUCTS
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