Lyrics:
the dirt
Nigga, I leave you shell shocked
From project streets to cell blocks
Glock 45 with the tail cocked
Makin' jacks by no means
Pocket full of crack
on these missions, little niggas listen
Survived the drive by but they gave you the shakes
Know you tellin', nigga, they played us the tapes
Screamin'
the bills
What skills, money money
What skills, makin' ah, money, money
What skills makin', makin', makin' money
What skills, makin' money
What skills,
can't blame us
[Chorus]
I heard him say he bought the block
(Fakin!)
In his song he say he gansta' but he not
(Fakin!)
Say he makin' money, cashin' big
up dead
Then press delete- I'm tired of eating powdered meat
Within a nigga timah to get to the grind, so that boy scored a quarter key
Two hundred
to toe
Yea, the B-boys makin' with the freak freak, freak freak
Mario's callin' Nonni's about the pesto pizza
And then he's on a mission and he's
to toe
Yea, the B-boys makin' with the freak freak, freak freak
Mario's callin' Nonni's about the pesto pizza
And then he's on a mission and he's
can’t stand it
Them hoes really be jockin’
Diamonds that got them watchin’
Say Ace ain’t getting’ no money
Pussy, I beg your pardon
You don’t wanna get me
school, didn’t do sports
Played it by the rules, always kept it cool, still kept a torch
I told her jump up on that dick, enjoy
If you ain’t makin no money
schools
Dyin to get busy, because I knew I had the tools
Then I got the heart and went by the set
I said, "Yo, I wanna rock the set" "Yeah no sweat"
Kickin
I'm all about money makin, and not makin mistakes
You're only worth what you create in the garden of snakes
Motherfucker
Yeah, and that's how
I sip drank with my dinner, smoke some gas before breakfast
Bitches know my name and I don't have to wear a necklace (2 Chainz)
Bought a Wraith for
foul
On the 3rd planet east of Plutonia
From the poppy an extraction
Called Criddacktonite
Conceived as a weapon backed by the Supremacy
Their
hey)
Crazy, crazy (hey, hey, hey)
Bitch (2 Chainz), I'm 'bout to go crazy
Tony 'bout to go ignorant, rich with the benefits
Crook in my dick, shit
how I do that
By the thug way, package and transportin' the drug way
Only means of makin' a livin', the Crip and Blood way
I'm on grates when i'm
outta this so-called "artist," the definition of toxic
Tryna advertise the ignorance, mission accomplished
A promise is so much more than just makin
rapper
Who swears he's makin' records
That's what they said whenever
I would walk by i never tripped though
Always kept my head up high
Eventually I knew
to me when we ride, for survival
Money makin' plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets
Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it
Expose snakes
I just don't get it, that's our only difference
The shots I seen don't come on Insta', come in five by sixes (FOREVEROLLING)
You been a bitch but
it goes,
You wanna get that dough.
I'm makin it but I'm still hungry,
But whatever it takes I gotta go get this money.
[Verse 1:]
When I first jumped
opened up his back
Three more to go, what was four deep
Who were sent on a mission to put him to sleep
He dipped in a Benz, bein pursued by a van
Picked up
to
Make it wave when makin moves
Money down that’s the issue
Money down that’s the issue
Stand yo ground got nothing to lose
Stand yo ground got nothing
E.S.G
That's right, we love gettin' this money
It's all I think about, how the fuck I'ma get paid, bitch
Makin' my mail, what the hell, whatever I
E.S.G
That's right, we love gettin' this money
It's all I think about, how the fuck I'ma get paid, bitch
Makin' my mail, what the hell, whatever I
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