Lyrics:
til he can't count his money no mo'
over night sensation, never me
all you "Record Haters" got Ph.IV
my niggas 3X Krazy laced me
taught me how
getting faded, when it’s dark out
And walking in the club, like it's our house
Tell your man chill, he on his fourth foul
I might be on my fifth whip
I play
and such
Caught much ya buckshots
And his body was discovered by the cops
The phone dropped, my brain locked in shock
Started smoking mad weed but
The pain
I wouldn't change a thing
I would still shoot at world and his mom'z for that chain
I would still get cut and would still catch a fade
By the older
got weight
Bodyguards watch his back, he watch them too
Cause if they catch him slippin, they'll jump this fool
And though he makes his money from fools
nigga, you Blues Clues
24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool
Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee
Kevin Hart, your money is too short,
upon a gambling day
His queen smiled low and blissfully
Let's make some wretched fool to play
Plain it was she did agree
He send his deuce down
a answer to society's hate
A true rider with the mind, I pushed him outta his way
Fools petty and they ready steady comin' with bullshit
A full clip with
fools wit tha Stoneycrook
Last time a nigga looked
Then played by tha book
Young life got took as tha body shook
Bitch I'm the king you tha rookie know
He'll be short, shorter than short
With my hands around his troat
Fool, come off the chain and bracelet
I know it's wrong but face it
A brother
You know what they say you got to play the role of a fool to fool the fool who thinks they fooling you
You know they always say a wise man can play
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
uniquely his own
I made the twenty-one pound for some a newfound religion
Where money put down, it's only one sound to make
OGs and young lions equally
I been on that money since grade school, still on it today too. I get the plate fool, made more runs than Babe Ruth. I been on that money since grade
about a big enough fool to lay it all right down
And everybody nodded as the stranger took his seat
He knew this bunch of cutthroat?s would be mighty
wrote for me
I grip a stick I wrote a
Poem not a rap
I'll be slapping when
The money's bottlecaps
Fall out
With niggas that care about
All clout
and I'm wealthy?
With juice, so I see you try to run behind
But i'ma tell you punk, you gets none of mine
Cause I was taught, see a fool, use a fool
By
[Intro: Big Moe]
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chilling with my partner named D-Mo
It's on his birthday we coming through
In a nigga's trunk is a nigga
[Intro: Big Moe]
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chilling with my partner named D-Mo
It's on his birthday we coming through
In a nigga's trunk is a nigga
planned it, you fuckin fool
(These hoes out here tryin to hold a nigga's heart
So a nigga get his money fucked with
Almost in-laws)
Hey be proud of it
a couple of seconds, turned my head
Fool puttin' down his weapons, so I did the same
Slipped my coat off, and jumped into a stance
To let this fool know
Villain man never ran with krills in his hand and
Won't stop rockin' 'til he clocked in a gazillion grand
Tillin' the wasteland sands
Raps
Villain man never ran with krills in his hand and
Won't stop rockin' 'til he clocked in a gazillion grand
Tillin' the wasteland sands
Raps
back streets making packs flip (Making packs flip)
Was just trying to get some money and be seen (Be seen)
I been dope before social this ain’t new to me
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