Lyrics:
tact all my homies come four poles
Four deep in the back of the -
(Gang Gang Gang)
Said you lookin' for me
Last opp got put on a tee
Robbin' them banks
charging three thousand for a line on a feat
Ya shawty a bird I could tell by the beak
I be counting my chips
I said baby don't fuck the kid
With endurance,
put you on for a broker fee
Talking money, but he lookin' broke to me
Money funny, he a joke to me
Two bitches and they both for me
That’s ya wife? she
empty but i'm full off them figures
Hit models deep i can feel they abs for sure
Flows fill water bottles i can sign Absopure nigga
Bob ya head ta this
motivational speaker
Rap Led Zeppelin, best-dressed list
Show you how to bubble off of large investments
Ya heard me, and this journey, I'm the journalist
Line
I talk with silence
You can't govern me, I show my defiance
Look deep in your soul if you're lookin' for guidance
They sent my nigga back
He hard in these streets, but a baby for me
He need a girl that be goin real deep
5,4,3,2, bitch I'm the one
You bitches ain't got it but have a nice
presidents over ya front ya residents
Camo vision like predators
Or cause yo jealosy
Talkin like you knew GED
We da new bulls of 93
Can't defeat young money
robbed or sent to jail, or maybe
even getting her arm broke by some sadistic fool out the suburbs, right
And then she gets all that money and then she
(Thirty)
five on the bud niggaz (Thirty-one)
Deep in the game niggaz, (Thirty-two)
out there slangin' cane niggaz (Thirty-three)
Them main niggaz,
hop, even if my shit flip flop
It probably wouldn't stop, talk shit and get socked
How ya hang 'em?
Know a realer nigga? You could bring him
If I
don't stop rappin
TSI got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
8BWe some presidential players, with money by the layers
8BAin't nuthin you broke
Niggas like you probably snitch, do a nigga then get rich
Niggas like you always fit 6 feet deep inside a ditch
There ain't nothing fucking with this ya
I’m finna make it now
I got paper but I need money by the pound
Bout my money nigga please don’t play around
Bout my money please don’t play around
I
I’m B.I
Kick tha door wave tha stick on ya
Ima need mine
(Run it)
She be texting like she want this smoke
She fire
Make her squirt put her out hit it
Broke the ice, an often sold weed to stars,
But hey now an they how I run my sweet,
Yay Deep from the lungs to expose my heat,
Like my nigga 40 waters
(Empty)
So don't tempt me
(Tempt me)
That red dot on the glock will blow ya memory
(Whaa)
You got money we got money who cares
Now where you guyz at I
The way dat ya movin it out on da floor puttin me in a trance (Trance)
And i got me a genuine question, girl how did u fit in them pants (How)
Yah, I’m
They say three times the charm, huh? I got ya
Yeah, all gas, fast, livin' like somethin' was speedin'
Ashy to classy, now I bless 'em like
The shorties and me G, one of the three gunmen
Side by side we're on the highway, and lettin' off shots
The three outlaws, against the cops
It's like
the same page
Ive been leveled up we aint on the same stage
Bad bitch walking by let the weed blaze nigga talking
This money nigga three ways ok see double
want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go
to Tha Carter 2?
C'mon
Ridin’ by myself, late night, left
Arm on the steering wheel, red light
Lookin’ through the rear view
Hoping I don't see
And when they hear that new Weezy
All the dough boys go crazy
And watch the dough boys go crazy
Weezy f ya heard yea I do it for
The money baby
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