Lyrics:
bitch like a dog
He sending the lyrics to songs
Yeah I read the texts while I drilled his lil bitch
This mo’fucka sending old pictures and shit
I almost
Oh my god
Oh my god he on X Games mode
Mo money bring yo extra problems
Shit fuck it
I was down on last dollar
Now i’m thumbin
No school imma trap
chill now you punch
Larceny? All I see is a bunch of new punks
I'd have you lyin' to ya mother
Bringin' money e'ry day nigga
You ain't even have to pay
slay
I don't carry suitcases on big runs to malls deep
I don't carry big guns to a small beef
I don't really care what Mickey Facts has to say, add
bout money, no problems
I had to show them that we're not the same
Slut get off your phone, won't get done by a bitch
I got off my ass and got way too
chains
See they came up from nothin
All they wanted was some money
Dead men who wasn't funny
Less problems and mo loving
Eat food Build mo cousin
Look
on that
I stay on stuff, fuck a cup, I likes to drink out the bottle
Mix Gordon's Gin with Donald Duck ? secure my novel
When, I was fifteen years old
for my problem
And money is over everything
I never kill no body
But that aint everything
And fuck my file
Cuz that shit dont tell you everything
Hold
understand answers that I cannot freeze
Not influenced by money I needa give back to my people you look like a prophet to me
Beatbox at the barber shop
Fuckin' wit me is not so need nine mo'
[Bun B]
Now the internet,radio,prison even the t.v.
All askin' me tah spit the meaning of B-U-N-B
Well let's
Date four hoes, make her smile and make her moan though
Lady charmer put armor by your baby mama
I hate to say it a later moment I didn't warn ya
High
little problem that we got to solve
It like it ain't about the money, we got to handle the job
No colors or rags, just guns and masks
We not scared
many
Boi I got so many
Boi I got so many
Boi I got so many ways, ways to get paid
Wake up every day
Money to be made
Poppas know my name
Boys
I will not say that im better than you
But you cannot do the shit that I can do
I am that bitch you can tell by my moves
Im making money when making
To make all this money and drive all y'all sick
And I never, 'gon, stop remix
My own shit is problems whenever I drop
[Chorus: Sacario]
Live big all my
and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
(Big Pimp)
I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call
hey lil fat daddy
wise
Mo problems
Mo money to solve it
I'm toting Glocks
The old head tell me to carry revolvers
I got thirty revolvers in this one hundred round drum
the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You see, I'm six foot one, and I'm
did the soundtrack
And then I discovered Wu-Tang soon as I found that
And then Big L, Mos Def, and Nas, there ain't no turning back
Couldn't change
to the ground you land
Brains splatter like ink blotches spread em paper thin
Mo money mo problems breed enemies
No problem these mini draco killed bout 40
I'm just a nigga from the hood tryna make a dollar
Mo money, mo love, mo mariju
My people losing hope
Babysitters using dope
And we don't even vote
fortune, no fame (fair game)
Check it again, I'm takin' up aim
‘N if ya swerve in my lane, ya soakin' a spray,
(bang, bang)
Check it again, no mo' countin',
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
for the money two is for my niggaz who jack
Niggaz ain't takin that shit no mo' they got big Benz and Cadillac
My gat is in my lap, so whatchu wanna
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