Lyrics:
Not many get to what I do by any means
Thinking they slick as fuck like the finna befriending me
But let's get back to the music, I'm gone
Outside
y'all man I'm never doin' this shit
Man I gotta make it out and get my fuckin' blic
Look I gotta do this shit and run off with the money
Man I told them
cuban shawdy in the lemon lime
she was goosing but i passed her to my bro
Right there by the liquor store,
MOB money over all these hoes
Achieve one
Ha ha ha… hey man fuck
All y'all… fuck all y'all
Money gone fuck friends
I need a homie that know me
When all these motherfuckin' cops be on me
I
talkin 'bout "Oh, I had it all"
So it's mo', money mo', albums - add 'em all
The scanner that seal is the reason
I feel like a man of steel still standin
on my grind ion got no time to waste
Only money on my mind I'm just tryn get paid
Mama always said to live with no regrets
And Sammy always said if
the dirt, nigga can't you tell?
Don't I ride by in that SSL?
Snoopy had to get it on, ball, beat ten of y'all
I'm just tryna show 'em how them men evolve
fall
That's why I grind trying to
Shine like a lone star
To get mine right, my money and mind right
My mom right in the mix
Pistol in my palm tight
You
If you don't want kno trouble betta get back from me
I was trained as a youngin' go and get dat money
Dats right [x8]
[Verse 1:]
I'm on da cover
the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright
and then Instagram
Might swag out a fanny pack
I might bring Velour back
Nobody wanna change the game, man
Y'all just want more trap?
Okay, say I won't rap
r’connaître mes acolytes
Boss du Zoo j’suis démoniaque
Dans mon rap y’a rien d’catholique, criss
(Le Jib)
Donne-moi d’la money
Ou va t’abonner
J’profite de la
Still fightin paranoia
Anxiety at an all time high
Better days that I'm pushin for
Are what help me get by
Sheez still roll brown haze by
albums?
Naw dog, I started off on the block
I just did shit to get shit
Niggas always knew I was down to hit shit
That's why I stay wit shit
for teaching me that
Money is easy to make, but hard to keep
As far as my nigga 'Los, I love him
He showed me you can do a dope album with no budget
and whites ride by and niggas yell, "Fuck them Jakes!"
So much respect, I can lay dough on the floor
Walk away and come back without cats runnin off
I'm
and goes
You know the money come and go
Sometimes you gotta give to get it back you know give and go
You don't gain wisdom by doing the most
And that's yo
prayer.'
Did y'all hear that? That's what my grandmother'll say
She'll say, 'Great God almighty, here come my boy! He musta got here by prayer.'"
acknowledge it
I spent my whole career at the heels of their feet
Doin' everythin' I could to try be who they be
'Til a couple albums back, when I was
hoppin'
I'mma meet a lot of women I'mma do a lot of shoppin'
Really no other option
Spend a lot of money just to make it back
Anybody I dissed in a song
Swimmin' in the money come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo
Dropped the mixtape, that shit sounded like an album
Who'd have
I'm back after a year of not making any albums last year
Y'all are gonna ask me if I'm finna slack again?
My answer is fuck no
I'd want to keep track
I'm back after a year of not making any albums last year
Y'all are gonna ask me if I'm finna slack again?
My answer is fuck no
I'd want to keep track
for the show
Y'all worried about the clubs
I'm worried about the love
By the looks of it
Y'all brothers gettin' none
Brothers gettin' sonned, they could
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