Lyrics:
on TV"
One night, Meek and I meet up at a
Seafood restaurant not far from his hotel
Where we are joined at the
Last minute by Rick Ross
His longtime
people at
Make money, take money, be friends
Friends (get your cash on, let's get dough)
You ain't gotta be my man at all
Long as you just bring me
people at
Make money, take money, be friends
Friends (get your cash on, let's get dough)
You ain't gotta be my man at all
Long as you just bring me
These niggas joke I call it asinine
I'm rocking the jeans with the four plus the five
And if you play you get hit with this nine
So you know by these
(he's a trapper)
He's a gangsta (Gangsta)
Money-maker (money)
He's a killer (killer)
He's a realer (uh)
Real guerilla
She's a bad bitch (a bad
wreck toast to deaf notes
TEC blows, I only put a hole in your leg so
Ladies and gentlemen
It's going on right now
Official Nast' don't be
to nine generals at one time
Fine we blend wine go beyond one line
Spot the snakeskin, Dunn was scaley
Chopped his head off fuhrilly, sit back, crack
off
Yeah they getting knocked off
Pickup packs don't drop off
Shawty eat it up till lockjaw
Get to the money I don't talk talk
I get on beats and I walk
crew's vagina, you and your co-signer
Nigga, we rollin in eight and a halfs, TV's in the dash
Three G's in the stash, see we love the cash
No coke, then
and a halfs, TV's in the dash
Three G's in the stash, see we love the cash
No coke, then get some more
Niggas say "Oh my lord!"
Niggas say "Oh my
catatonic, wrapped in mummy cloth
Phony baloney bunny hops, but the money talks
And now is the only time I listen
Vision blurred tryna choose the proper
Words
been hustling damn near shit all my life
Gangstas gangstas tho yo hands n the sky
Money making is my model is you feeling my vibe
Confirmations over
waste
Tryna numb the pain by getting chips like Frito-Lay
Everything be sunny you getting money you can't stop the rain
When they see you with that cash
the hold over? Gettin' pulled over from nine to one
I would rap till my voice start hurting, sorcerer tongue
Spread fire on the mic with a torch and it burst
(Sliim Beats)
Young nigga, I got old cash, now I got new money
I 'on't like doin' no fucking interviews, I be in the room mumblin'
Dissing
I get money that's where the trap at
They like cash you still got the loud you better dead that
I live with the smokers my nigga I get my bread back
My motherfuckin' neck
Thirty somethin' shots
Run up slidin' with the TEC
All my niggas a hundred, that's
A thousand and nothin' less, yeah
You can't
and rock the dope TEC's
Get drunk
Then run through crews like group sex
Get sprung, it's fun, out to hear the hoes
Homeboys, make noise from back to front
a Glock 9
And don't try to play me 'bout no money
Nigga, ’cause you know I'm 'bout mines
('Bout mines)
And when I first hopped in that Lambo
Bitch, I knew
the vogues
Hoes got no souls that be for flare without ya coat
Star sixty nine could get you whipped, uhh
Momma told you never mess with a, Southern
just boiling (ski, ski)
And we balling (balling, yeah)
Need to fly away (ski)
House by the lake (ski)
House by the beach (ski)
Might go Greece (ski)
wreck toast to deaf notes
TEC blows, I only put a hole in your leg so
Ladies and gentlemen
It's going on right now
Official Nast' don't be
(Refrão)
Tec-9, na minha cintura
Liberdade pro meu primo, ey
Essa porra é (Plug), mano eu faço (Plug)
Tô fazendo a minha wave
(Verso JP Shawty)
Let’s- Let’s talk money i talk that
I I I talk that let me- Let me- Let me talk-
Uhhhhhhh! Money by the ton
Bricks from crumbs billionaire from nothin
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