Lyrics:
slow-motion
And the bills rollin in just like a coasta
Gotta catch a nigga sleepin late night
Stick em with the toaster
Make him put it all in
Like he was
What you know about the South, get on it
If it's money to be made, then I want it
A lick to be hit, so you know I'm gonna hit it
A dollar to be made,
there?
Like the only people I see in the communities
Are rappers and ball players
Where the fuck all y'all doctors?
Where y'all bourgeoisie niggas at?
All
lit, bitch, shut the fuck up
(Fuck with me)
Bitch get off my dick (ho)
Rich young nigga still turnt from the 6
Told y'all I could make a mil', I'm
of seconds we rich
Now it's all about kimo bricks, and fresh toxics to get is in the mix
It ain't hard to tell my clientele by makin mayor
But fuck the cops
that I'm on it uh
Y'all be corny on the cob y'all bitches phony uh
Talking shit but only do it through the phoney uh
Why they on me bitch I'm moving by
of seconds we rich
Now it's all about kimo bricks, and fresh toxics to get is in the mix
It ain't hard to tell my clientele by makin mayor
But fuck the cops
get paid by the hour to fuck models n bust nuts on the towels I throw in from rapping
He’s talking conspiracy, but he does so it lyrically
Gifted you’d
told y'all young boys y'all need to take a chill pill
Momma use ta call me Billy Bob the seagull Bill Bill
I don't care about the hundred dollar bill boy
Think I printed it up, like a copy machine.
Y'all niggas forgave, for trying to copy my team.
I blow them bands. (I blow them bands.)
Like ceiling
All them George Washingtons
Talking yacht parties with my niggas
Go invite your friends
I need them bills bills
Benjamins stacked
Cuz a nigga love
the summary
Mistakes from last year won't last around here
Inspired by my peers
Working out here
Income ideas
Income per diem
I got nothing left to talk about
B.G.
Uh-huh I'm bout my feddi by all means
Look here I be on a paper chase I'm all about my cheddar
I ain't touching the mic if it ain't five
dollar bill to your peso
Give me cheese from these countries pack the queso
My queens don't move til the player say so
We never bored in the same accord
E.
fuckin' bop (bitch), you better swallow it (yeah)
I got a chain with a fuckin' platinum plaque on it
Is that a hundred dollar bill? I'll shit on it
I
with
Shotu-out to all my hustlers
All my bitches all about a dollar
All my niggaz in the pen
Hold ya head
I'll see y'all niggaz real soon
Y'all niggaz
down,
I'm puttin' all y'all to sleep so put on your night gown,
Some tattoos and a ice grill don't make you real,
These cats be actin' frauder than a 4
an abundance
No gluten, no cheese, what the fuck is y'all touching?
Pizza and beats so my money stays doubling, yee!
Coming around, ay
I don't really know about
through me to my deepest intentions
Like Why everybody got they hand out
Trying get a hand up so y'all fans now
Standing around them bills not bands now
mack daddy, lookin' for the dollar
At thirteen I bought a six-fo' Impala
Rollin, and runnin' from the police
Brother don't you know you can't trust
went from past due bills
To 50 bands I'm getting better mail
Every sale I make I keep 100%
I put in overtime 'cause momma owes 100 in debt
That's low
Billy Bass
Ay yo try me I bet I deliver I'm Bezos
You can get it all from me like Bezos
I can give half of my raps away by the end of the day
I
Y'all do baguettes, I'ma do the emeralds
All on the islands, nah, I'm not Gilligan
Bad bitch talk loud, must be Dominican
Wrist on ice cube, all about
it's law, order today, we pay dues
New Tomorrow's, Rubik's Cube money in a tube
Deck the Halls, crush salary dice that's in ? hall
Hey y'all Peppermint
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