Lyrics:
what I chose
Live it up, man this shit already wrote
Feelin' like the president, I'm feelin' like the pope
I'm still gettin' money, mix the new with
to die
So get the money nigga!
I never knew money like this, in the palm of my hand
'Til I met the man with mad hook-up, and big plan
Every where you
you mix up the audio?
I jumped in the game
Like my name was Mario
She told me to stay
I told her I gotta go
I got all this money stacked up at the crib,
in love with a stripper yo!
(Yo baby, can I get another lap dance? I tell you I
got nothing but funny money, man. New York Dogs.)
my behavior on worst
The money go vert
Count by the hundreds in shirts
You know we came up from dirt
Takeover the earth
Knew I was a man from birth
listen, man
Now you got all the shit you need to make some money
Don't pop out by the crib when you know you around some dummies
if you lockin' with
Becoming top boy
I manifest
Uh uh uh
On IG flexin
I'm unimpressed
Uh uh uh
Man no have money
But I don't stress
Uh uh uh
Breathe in abundance
Wit every
1991 Grilled Cgeese goes on it's way to different cities
Rocking for the kiddies
To do shows for rows, no foes, dough in escrow
All the money went
Sikoa)
You chasing them little ass hoes like Mojo Jojo (Damn that nigga weird)
He tried to ride and hide got caught by the popo (Haha)
Said you was solid
slo-mo balling like the logo (Fasho)
Think I'm outta pocket
Live or die by the shots I take nigga like The Rockets
Throw that money rake it up bad bitch
nigga Kenny
I miss my nigga Jojo, man I swear I lost so many
'Cause now I feel the only friends I got are Grant and Benji
'Cause they ain't never changed
never hear you
I can put it in sport mode, make it go fast feeling like Toretto
I got snaked by my dog man it threw me off, now I'm being very careful
Inside the studio
That’s godly feels [when i]
Cloak the rocks
With Don Julio
Cause when it’s real
The money heals
The money kills
The money steals
got money you better get with it
My man had the thug in him did his bid with it
Get married to the game but never have a kid with it
Advice from
really all about a bag
I never changed up for a bitch
I'm really all for getting
Active, we double back, extended clips
Nigga give up any name
You getting
I look like askin' a grown man to feed me? (Ooh, ooh)
You get locked up by them crackers, better have you some Velveeta (ooh, ooh)
'Cause they ass
Aight man, big money conversation poppin' off right here
Large numbers and plenty zeros (hmm-mm)
Hides yo' hoes and protect yo' egos (yeah)
What
First of all I’ll like to say free my lil brother Juice
(Yeah free the juice man)
We were so lit we so cool we fuck bitches in twos
(Yeah Yeah Yeah)
only a man can tell you what's on his mind
When he look you in the eyes
In other words don't judge a book by its cover
See we successful black
extended clip that's just my preference homie
I'm my own man I can't let shit slide
Pink runtz on the G5 she shaking ass all on my live
CEO no middle man she
On that block, man, it's do or die
I gotta ride like it's on the line, and
Keep a 30 popper on my side, man
My God, why the hoes lie
Made the money
stabbed in the back by fakes
Heard you snitched on ya mans to the jakes
You a fraud I can see it in ya face
If we running I’m ahead in the race
I talk, I
in my blood
You know he ain't never gone
Got some brothers in the sky
Got some right by my side
Them opps know what it is
We the seekers they go hide
used to be now I'm not afraid, I told her "Wait till I get my money up Then I'll holla bae
Fuck that, by then I won't even give her the time of day,
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