Lyrics:
out in Houston, Texas (in Texas?)
That free money Trump gave away ya'll enjoyed it
Y'all ain't been smokin' Zaza since they stopped unemployment
and spaghetti
Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya
Attack like a vulture, see what I told ya?
Said I'd get'cha, wear it if it fit ya
Y'all thirteen
(look out look out girl how you 'ave de shape)
[Verse 3:]
But she's all dat
She's so hot you can't even hold dat
Her fire make ya burn on contact
to a childhood, need to be loved
By parents that was in too deep with the drugs
Nigga, my advice, fuck the black and white shit
Be who you are, identify
blow ya memory (wha')
You got money we got money who cares
Now where you guys at I been lookin' every where you ain't sayin' nothin'
I be spendin'
money lay ya
And I know them haters, don't want to see you excel
On the way to Bogel, but them busters always bumpin'
They gun with a story to tell,
We gonna show you how to hustle (holla back)
so you can style all these sneakers (holla back)
so you can style all these sneakers (ya follow that)
We gonna show you how to hustle (holla back)
so you can style all these sneakers (holla back)
so you can style all these sneakers (ya follow that)
get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me
Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money
There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold
hollow
They find ya fuckin corpse stinkin in the ghetto tomorrow
So act like a bitch and you'll get treated like a busta
Dat's how it is with dis
socket on me nigga
Buss it open we gone beat da pack
Color coordinate wit dis money I bet da sneakers match
I know dat ma shit be knoccin ah blow ya
money by the sewer
Broccoli head, lookin' kind of super
Life, right, almost white
She had a fresh shot, vice grip tight
She said don't stop, I said
like a faucet
How the fuck do I even think of this ridiculous shit?
I'm a quarter of a century deep and I can't be beat (nah)
'Til the day me
in the party 10 deep and only left wit one
Real nigga on your team
But you know how it is
Can't even trust them niggas that you knew since you was kids
and scrip 9 minute EF three
Playin by different bitches cuz my face in the paper
Profile done although she couldnt describe me I got the eraser
I don't
to register?
I thinking of better shit to do with my time
Never smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the deep ass rhymes
So let me take ya way, back to when
I thinking of better shit to do with my time
Never smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the deep ass rhymes
So let me take ya way, back to when
For tryin' to brace,
Cough drops laced and you'll be laid out stunned by zae's
Place the cover in a maced
ATF lookin for this arsonist, lettin off
time? (Time)
Lookin' at my kids through the blinds (Blinds)
Confinement mind (Confinement)
How you feelin' when you face a dime? (Time)
The truth be
Lookin' for a girl that'll do me a favor
Doin' it major, I'm doin' it major
Money money money and bad behavior
So fresh (unclear) trainers
I shine like
hataz
It be lookin so good that ima prolly fall in love
Money u bring me trouble
But I still think I love you
[Verse 3]
He introduced her to his
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
How the fuck did we get so cool man?
Never ever disrespect my crew
If ya fuck with Wu, we gots ta fuck witchu
Y'all dogs better guard ya grills,
I ain't never lacking
If I see you in the streets
I'm gonna make it happen
Dope money institution
That's just how I'm steppin
You bet not listen
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