Lyrics:
nigga I talk guns,
that's usually hot Man, I be spittin like these niggas
is dead It's like herpes, it won't go away,
it stay hot Cause I'ma get my money,
get it to jump
Black [censored] Fam, my niggaz ain't scared to dump
So what the fuck you want beef for, you squeamish
Start to hyperventilate you see
a rook
And speaking of Ms. Rook
Respect a man's hand but you can get ya lady took
Ducking trendy hoes still ballin like Book
Top pick in the league topic
a hustla, and I even hustle the same
I got hoes fooled
Thinkin' I love 'em, when I don't love em
And once I get the ass yo you know I'ma thug 'em
Tell em
And once I get the ass yo you know I'ma thug em
Tell em lies, hit em in they head, hit em wit bread
I'm a millionaire bitch, I could trick instead
Of you
(ooh)
And you know I put the mags on that (ooh)
.45 MAC with the flash on that
Who want it, yeah, yeah, yeah (ayy)
Everybody sing along
Now I'ma
Why you always tryin’ to stop my shine
If you know that I’ma get it
I'ma get it I’ma get it
There’s no diamond like the diamond in the sky
My girl is
face
I get went to pickup a shipment and flipped it hopped on a jet to smoke by the bay
All of this cash abundance I’m feeling myself baby what can you
You're all (lie together, cry together)
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry together)
Claus, I'ma fuck Santa Claus
I ain't forget about the elves too
Ima fuck 'em till they die 'cause I can, fuck you
And the reindeer, damn right they
with the dusse ain't sipping on act i paid for the whip but i sit in the back
Been popping my shìt since i ran up the sack
I'm feeling like nore you
to get lots of rhythm
You lose that, and be lost in the system
For any chalk, I pour them I'm like Atari
Nore ya man, only live to say sorry
Here to school
release the mutts
I'm connected, the police release my cuffs
Call me Fillmore, naw nigga cause I'ma feel more
Nigga this my year, you gonna feel Nore
to your face
When I put my hands on you
I'ma touch you and make you come close so you come by my way
(You come by my way)
When I put my hands on you
beg, I'ma make you beg for it
Get up out my face like who' you think you are
Talking all this trash like blah-de-blah-de-blah
(Oh eh oh) na ha (oh
haters mad cuz they lost
I dont get mine ima take yours and that money callin
Money on the phone like Jake from State Farm
And this beat smack like 8 arms
streams
I won't stop for anything
Tunnel vision seeing green
Ima get it all by any mean
One day ima be rich
Up in this bitch
Then ima skrt out this bitch
You're all (lie together, cry together)
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry together)
by the sea
K-I-S-S-I-N-G while you rollin' the tree
Rude boy, yuh nah pree?
Just wanna get drunk tonight
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
He's
(ooh)
And you know I put the mags on that (ooh)
.45 MAC with the flash on that
Who want it, yeah, yeah, yeah (ayy)
Everybody sing along
Now I'ma
been trying to get me up on that microphone
Bout to make a killing and steal it like there's no body home
You can bet the real ones gone feel it and let
from the mud with them killers and robbers
Them niggas will get you, it's all 'bout them commas
I'ma get rich, I'ma jump off (ayy, ayy)
That money
my time, no I dont got a Phantom whip
But I can make u smile all night wit da candle lit
Ima get u right how u like, can u handle it?
And how u on dem
balance ima get the bag ima get it gone my fastest
Im only 18 i got bows, hoes, money, diamonds bitch im living lavish aye
Lil nigga catch up i got
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