Lyrics:
said that you could make some money in my video
I get high and drunk just to make it through a show
And act like I'm enjoying it but really this is all
some fear robbing yo shit like errr day
I'm taking baby pictures and yo rent money you can ask
Craig and day day
Ran up a Meat roll Got bit by
Chi co
shoulder
And follow me around just like Scully and Mulder
For these underground styles of X-Files in my folder
Don't be fooled by my good looks and charm
Put
I don't care what they say, I'm in love
There ain't enough money in the world
Boy together I get high, smooches, our lips lock
Together I get
Money bag money bag money bag
Im in my Im in my bag
Run it back run it back run it back
Im bout to get to bag
Gimme stack
Double it back
I run
The hustle so
We just moving piece
By piece
Chasing a check
Checkmates and it's
Chess both making
They mess that
Milk get old crying it
Spoiled build destroy
ass tryna finish up the last so I can sit it in a stash
Old E. sweat dripping from the bag
Milk crates sitting on the Ave.
While I'm looking left
never digress (never)
Your last man didn't passed the fly test (test)
I eat rappers, no digest, fuck a piece, I want the whole pie graph (yeah)
Money
back
Land of milk and honey land of kush and dro
Enemy a stand back stand back
Can I get some money can I roll my dope
Can I get my land back land back
matter where you go
No amount of fliers, protests, and ceasefires will change the status quo
What use is money, with milk and honey when the scum floats
trying to maintain
Get money spend it on the same thing
Lose it all get it back same day
Maintain, maintain, maintain
Maintain, maintain, maintain
Karma
The powdered milk that the adverts sell
To third world mothers deprived and ill
The little tins of milk-white-lies
For the starving child that wants
still got a check
Money on the wood, good, BET
Pussy on my wood, good, WET
She bring me that CAT cause she know I'm a VET
She call me a PIT I be locked
Eaten alive by guitars, I've been stabbed in the heart too many times but I still hear their strings.
I close my eyes and I still feel their chords,
for the bucks and the billies
Yes I'ma goat and they all want to milk me
I walked the block by myself from Compton to Philly
Stopped in New York just
Shawdy told me she been going krazy
That money might be the only thing that fuckin save me
She kant sleep no more
She wanna be a rockstar
Swear
brand new day!
added sum o's to the bank!
I got the money for drip
took a while just to let that sink!
apple watch remind me of daily day to day
but
Tell the Fed that I need that
It's my money, and I need it now!
For the price of this Milk man I shoulda just bought me the cow
It's my money, and I need
can't blend in time to milk the cow
Big papi
No copy
No young this young that
It's Bigga hoe copy
Get the money stack the money flip it
Niggas steaming
creep, niggas goin' down for the count
It ain't sweet, fuck around and knock money out
Come on fella, you don't want the dog with the camp
Not Old
hoes thats grown
By milk
'Cause we looking for them thighs
Yes them cuties and them sluts
I got money on my mind
And them onions
I must cutt
I am talking
Imagine full glock clips
I hold a glass of Remy Martin
Gettin' milks by the carton
Extortin' the light weights for thinkin' they important
The night pays
tally boney dilly by day
And a wack fol the liptoe lady
He saddled up his milk-white steed
He saddled up his pony
And he rode all night till broad
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I emigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean:
Dominican Republic!
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