Lyrics:
And bring less than me?
That's the type shit that make
A motherfucker dead to me
Nineteen eighty-eight
Back when death made leprosy
Life is hard money
the pec
I'm getting the money
I'm getting t he checks
Spray out of the Cadillac
They cannot handle that
Don't mind me
I'm stacking the racks
I'm making
the corner, girl we leave at ten
Told my nigga that you'd bring a friend
You still fire, I ain't need a BIC
I got money, I ain't need a bitch
He yo' snitch,
mama where you work
Hit the corner, girl we leave at ten
Told my nigga that you'd bring a friend
Yeah, you still fire, I ain't need a BIC
I got money, I
shoot a movie not talking bout spike Lee
Fuck then I'm out no you can't be the wifey
I done ran up a check but ain't sponsored by Nike
I'm not sponsored
Two SS's like the word Mississippi
DJ brings your girls and I can bring my G's
Rubber band stacks I guess its all for free
We can spend money like its
on the bed
Bring it back like a DJ
Tell me you will bend you back I chiropractor get it crackin
Get my n****s out the hood and make a trap out of the mansion
Haiti
Ou paka bat m'wen, sak pase!
I'm busting out the sunroof, nigga, andalé!
My money always coming, no, I'm never on pause
I'll bring you straight
checks be dropping back to back
Might just sign with DJ Khaled cause we the best
YSF and the SwoopNation we up next
Who the best the fans could figure out
bring your ass back out that door. (go get some money )
Hennessy in ma cup
Champagne in ma body
When I hit the club
Mon it's time to party
Honey in
Jane all in my lungs
Don't pop pills, I don't do drugs
Do me a favor, go suck your mother cunt
DJ Khaled, give her another one
Oh yeah, bitch nigga, I
label
(in collaboration with DJ Khaled, DJ Pharris
And the producer Hit Boy) predictably
The pharmaceutical combine Novartis
Objected to
The title
Yeah, we got Khaled, the billi', Mr. Billi', yeah
DJ Khaled
I'm tryna love you like you 'posed to be loved (tryna love you like you 'posed to be
Woo
Woo
Woo
Woo
Woo
Woo
They say like when I do that shit
I uh I go by TG if y'all ain't know
but uh if y'all ain't know by now then you missing out
to money I'm bout to have me a wedding
You can tell that eye-ball soon as I lift up my eye lid
They ain't believe in me but god did
Got me feeling like dj
Jumpin' out that Maybach wit' a bitch went back to tease them thighs
She had tattoo on her booty and it said 305
Dj Khaled say it's a movie, now don't
to the money
Cuttin' off niggas if they acting funny
Cause we really don't need no bad vibes around
Get the snakes out your grass or you bound to drown
And I
No they ain't my bruddas
Know them pussies rather go blind then to see me win
I ran up some money
Started crying like hoes u gotta dick get out yo
seldom seen
Down in Mississippi and New Orleans
Motherfuckas know about the D-O dub not he on buzz
Not he on drugs and she on cuz
DJ Khaled aqui on cuz
mama where you work
Hit the corner, girl we leave at ten
Told my nigga that you'd bring a friend
Yeah, you still fire, I ain't need a BIC
I got money, I
down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
[Verse 4: Yungstar]
Out H-town, showing surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round
I'm
down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
[Verse 4: Yungstar]
Out H-town, showing surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round
I'm
quick on the trigger
I be underground like tigga
Chasing major figures
Licks and bricks
Death comes quick
Like dj Khaled
I keep hits
Baseball by the size
Rollin' up my problems, grab another one
Blackening my soul, fire in my lungs
Meet me in the alley that's a one on one
DJ Khaled with them dubs
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