Lyrics:
I told her I am in love but I know she not coming back though
Keep my mind on my money and my eyes on the back door
Sheesh
Keep my mind on my money
Thats How The Day Goes Thats How
The Niqhts Went Louis Baqs Balenciagas the Ones Talked About By
The Fashion Bloqqers, You Know Me Imma Murcielaga In
gain
I'm chasing my dream and I'm chasing the fame
If not money then na waiting I gain
Sabi you know where me from all the way
So e no go good if
and this .40
Please, do not confront me if you ain't talking money
Take a little bitty sip, though I'm already foggy
Let it rain, yeah they all fall down,
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But released this statement:
It's not about East or West
It's about niggas and bitches, power and money,
Riders and punks. Which side are you on?
the time?
Imma get that money
Just to make me feel alive?
I'm getting high
Don't you waste my time
Do you really care
About my feelings?
Don't you lie
Do you
paid by the shift
I just get paid for results so I’m making these hits
And the same shit that y’all wanna hate on
The same shit that’s making me rich
I keep that dick in ya
Like my glizzy
And you don't run
Ya throw that ass like a Frisby
Grab u by the hair
Trying put it in ya kidneys
That pussy hug
designer
This shit by design
If I say I'm doing Gucci
Then I'm probably fine
We ain't swimming in money
But I'll take a dive
Hopping out the louie slides
to the morning
Hustle like I'm broke, but count money like I'm Tony (Montana)
If it's a dollar short, we startin' back from scratch
Can't just put you in the game,
Gotta be a real real shooter to stand by us, uh
Taliban Gang, we wet this party up
All my niggas still wanna gang bang
And I'm still runnin' with
(money, money money, money)
What it's 'bout i've been out here all day
Trappin' out the house
I am what you call dirty south
I'm doin' my thang
So ghetto,
Been through it all
I ain't worried bout the cops eh
I got that bail money
Free the hustlers money
No much talking money
Watch your girl money
And really fantastic
And have you groping in the dark for that rubber wrapped in plastic
You will not be touching your lips to my triple dip of french
to work"
That quarter block
All about getting that quarter block
Started with the rocks in a slab
Then I moved up on the Ave
Hit them up with that quarter
Haitian women teaching me French and giving me bad advice
Had to nod my head. I'm distracted by all the massive racks
Snowy road, thank God for traction
the money my bae
She don't fuck cuz I ball like 2K
Excuse my french lil shawty
But you cannot stay (Oh my)
Two racks on some frames
Two racks on some frames
my pride, tell her mama don't be scared
Your boy is about to make history
I peep the vibe that they be giving me
I'm off of the attention and driven up
down by the Underground
I drink up all the Hennessey ya got on ya shelf
So just let me introduce myself
My name is Humpty, pronounced with a Umpty
for this shit
By any means yeah I grind for this check
I'm trying to ice out all this gold on my neck nigga
Huh
Riding with a burner you know it ain't
love my old hoes, new meaning for YOLO
All you niggas gon' learn today, I'm the teacher, I'm the tutor
Few Ray Allens couple cuties, and by Ray Allens
to get fucked up!)
Sherm, sherm
Bomb weed, swisher sweets
All types of shit we need
Get me high ever day
Passing by give me weed
(We about to get fucked
was cunning
Just got a pad out in London
I keep stackin' my money, I need a ladder by summer
AK shots, niggas duckin' stray shots
Been a Top Dawg,
wonna dip Put some white lip stick on her lips
In her guts like I'm tryna gut a fish
Keep blow'n don't stop til you wish Teach my Hot Dog how to French
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