Lyrics:
to survive... we makin' this cash
(Yeah, ugh)
Takin a dab (What? yo)
Fuck it we taking this risk?
I'm taking my chance (Uhhu)
Make you my Mrs. if not I won't know
had to turn up our side wit them 448s we got spots like a cow
I tried to tell my lil migo to give me a hour but he want that shit now
If I ain't got it
showed you, I showed you
My bitch my lil whoadie
My bitch from Magnolia
Surrounded by bad bitches
We up without Folgers
We live by that cash talk baby
you want I’m not having it
Put respect on my name, like we Birdman savages
Cash-money, blue-faces, my place is in your dreams
Cash rules everything
bread to take me and you to London
And back to America and all over the country
She make me want to keep her close by
Like a side kick
She tha type
to think that that's a little gross
But now I see her right at the end of the show
Call her lil boat cause I leave her soaked
Do it for my niggas in
if i need it she dont want me locked up
And thats on my momma
This for all my trap niggas
Mr always get it off his back niggas
My fat niggas the ones
rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know I'm down to spray ya
Let them
[Mr. Short KHOP]
At "The Players Club" but I ain't pay though
Seen a trick flossin Lex-o, say hoe! Where yo' man at?
The hoe chaser, won'tcha put
and checks
Plus the straight charge
And ain't no sense in me lying
We livin so large
We livin LARGE
I gotta go get a dog
If I want to live phat
Like Mr. Boss
Yeah
Mr. Weezy Baby Nigga
It Go always strapped when I hit the club
niggas give me daps
Bitches give me hugs
And since im paid
niggas be
where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya
Vocal assassin, motivated by cash
Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mags
Don't stop, keep goin' don't
'm Murphy Lee the killer mayn
Hunt someone and lick em, make em salaam
Praise the Lord or say peace to God
I'm just a Skool Boy, call me Mr
How you doin' I'm Mr. Mos I'm back
Timb are you on it
Timb are you on it
Give me some
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you wanted?
Oh
How you doin' I'm Mr. Mos I'm back
Timb are you on it
Timb are you on it
Give me some
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you wanted?
Oh
by 32, I feel obligated (Yeah)
I say nigga don't want no smoke, you ain't no carburetor (brr)
Try to kill me, I come right back, Arnold
Come to the trap, we got it all (uh)
Bags, cash, Glocks and all (uh)
Lil nigga you bitch like Barbie doll (uh, uh)
Ayy, I pop a Perc it give me more
You so sweet you just like a
Vegan you don't want no beef
A shell'll make your heart go accapella
No beat like a nigga with no teeth
I don't bite my
Cash out on a half a boat
Then I hit the mall trap life lil' nigga
You might not live this life I'm talking bout
Trap life lil' nigga
You might not
before
By people that i thought that i could lean on
My lil baby got ass make me grab on it
These lil niggas be cap i put cash on it
You crash out over
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
that Rose
We don't need love city I just really wanna show
Cash coming in by loaf I don't wanna a roll
Bad lil bitch drop ass I don't even want the hoe
you want me to sell this
Zones, Quaters, Halfs, Ki's
(Baby)
However they ask for it, Just give it to them Lil Weezy
(Lil Wayne)
I'm all for it
I want the
Ten piece hey I got me some now I don't give a fuck but uh huh yeah you
All ain't gonna know nothin' bout this O.G. shit
Unless you
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