Lyrics:
Young and I'm getting it, young and I'm getting it
Young and I'm getting it, I'm just young and I don't give a shit
I just want the money, y'all
nigga, you know everything tailored
Don't rush to the bar fool, if you ain't got no paper
That's the rules, high as fuck, sloppy drunk when I'm passing
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Boss, Ricky Ross
It's triple C,
Color cut clarity
My gun dirty, my brick clean
I'm riding dirty, my dick clean
Why shouldn't I be out? Ay buddy i'm good
(What they tell you?) I'm good
(What they tell you?) i'm good
(What she tell you?) I'm good (What you see?)
Swaggeroni
Trippy n****s let's get ratchet
I'm loadin' up and I'm ridin out, they talkin' s*** but they hidin' out
Real n****s know what I'm talkin'
Swaggeroni
Trippy niggas let's get ratchet
I'm loadin' up and I'm ridin out, they talkin' shit but they hidin' out
Real niggas know what I'm talkin'
I'm tryna hit
Baby tell me what's up 'cause you the shit
Yeah you the shit
Can I give you one kiss? (uh huh)
I'ma kiss you right there
Real soft,
out? Ay buddy I'm good
What that tell ya? I'm good, what they tell ya? I'm good
What she tell ya? I'm good, what you see?
Four hundred dollar jeans
Well, I got religion and I'm (so glad)
Well, I got religion and I'm (so glad)
Well, I got religion and I'm (so glad)
That the world can't do me no
Bitch I'm
Bitch I'm me
Bitch I'm
Bitch I'm Me
(Bitch I'm me)
Bitch I'm
Bitch I'm me
Bitch I'm
Bitch I'm me
Bitch I'm Me
Bitch I'm me
Bitch I'm
I’m stuck in my mind
Not knowing up from down
I know it ain’t true
But I’m still going around
Your words passing by
At the back of my eyes
Blurring
Haha Jonathan
I'm movin' m, I'm movin' m
I'm movin' m, movin' m
Movin' M
I'm gonna find you
(Here we go!)
And I'm gonna, you're thrilled
Movin' m
Aaeee eeh
Ọ bụ Apostle_Focus
Anọ m na Mega Beat Studio
Onye mma mma
Anyị sị Akiri ado mmiri
Okpa sie ya ike
Ya gaazie
Ọnye bụla -akpali ọgụ
Aye aye aye aye
Aye aye aye aye
I'm bout my money yeah I'm bout my money yeah
I'm bout my money yeah I'm bout my money yeah
I'm bout my money yeah
gold, the rest is froze
Sex and hoes, best of both
Girls and girls, perpetual
Sippin' slow, Texas throwed
Comma, I'm about decimals
Chill and get
about me and
Think about your money
I'm up in the bank
I’m up, I’m up in the bank
I'm up in the bank
I’m up, I’m up in the bank
I'm up in the bank
I’m
Aye (What up, Scrap?)
Gettin' money (you already know what it is)
OK-K-K-K (Let 'em know)
I can't stand to be without money, know what I'm talkin'
Est-ce que tu pourras m'aimer, m'aimer, m'aimer, m'aimer, m'aimer, m'aimer, m'aimer
Est-ce que tu pourras m'aimer, m'aimer, m'aimer, m
[Repeat: x15]
One more time and I'm gonna snap
One more time and I swear I'm gonna snap! (I'm gonna snap)
I'm gonna snap! (I'm gonna snap)
(call my phone)
She went up to heaven said she'd be back
Later on (ooh)
In love with an angel (an angel), but she don't belong to me
I'm in love
I want the m's
I want the m's
I want the m's baby Baby
I want designer and flashy cars
I want the new Mercedes
Wanna pull up in that Rolls or that
faith has even grown more
Im so thankful to him, and I bless his Holy name
I'm thanking God for all that he has done
I'm thanking God for breathing air
Had to go hard on em
I just wanna get my M’s
Think I might lose myself
Do it all for My M’s
Coming up straight from hell
I can’t take no L’s
I just
Hillsplay let's go
Let's go
Hehn alright okay
Are you blessed I'm blessed
Are you blessed I'm blessed
Are you blessed I'm blessed
Are you blessed I'm
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