Lyrics:
I fly, I fly, I fly
One, two, three, four, five
Bitch I fly (Bitch I fly), too fast I see time passing by (By)
Get my money up, I count like one,
conversations, cold shoulders
Out of my mind, she off the red wine
She woozy, bitch bougie, straight from Dubai
She love the hip hop and love my slick talk
Standing on my square, firm (line 'em up)
Grafted germ trying to shake my foundation (shakers)
Nation of Gods & Earths, birthed by the Fther
If He didn't
mop
But play with my money
That mop will get peeled from yo top
Got it out of the mid
Glizzy holding a dub
We knee deep in the game
So there's no giving
[Swiss Beats] Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
[Lil Wayne] Mr Angel on the beat
Young mula baby, and the devil
with mafia connections
It's The Firm, nigga, set it
Yo, my mind is seein' through your design like Blind Fury
I shine jewelry, sippin' on crushed
phelps: right.
Dr. stewart: -- and I just want you to relax, and you're going to fall into a deep state of mind -- of subconsciousness -- you're very
Yea
I know a nigga fucked up a million dollars
Now he smoking three fives
I just want the honey and the B’s
Like a beehive
Would’ve thought my dawgs
I gon get that money you know money on my mind
I gon get that money you know money on my mind
I gon get that money you know money on my mind
Money
mine
'cause in 99
I ain't wastin' no time
Makin' that money
While I'm pushin' my line
Design to prime nigga
Nigga with the automatic status
Daily
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I get my drink them my shish we dey burn OG with that said we no go fit borr
Two fifty five self knock and the night
stop burning
But I'm learning
It feels like an elephant sat on my chest, spit three or four words out
A minute at best
Yet everyone else seems to have
In the meanwhile I main to keepin my mind on my money
And no, this shit that we spit ain't funny
Especially when you hungry, nigga
With no hustle,
salary
MGM gives you a bigger picture
Open your mind gallery
The passion for wealth
shouldn't corrupt your integrity
The Bible says"" dishonest money
my feels
We deep for real
I'm down to slide
You trained to go
We finna kill
I spend my money on you
You tryna fuck in the coupe
I spend my money on you
You don't wanna know what's on my mind
Deep thoughts gotta real bad mind
Peak thoughts when we deep inside
Frassed up thinking bout money all
Cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money
And my guns in the sky
And my guns in the sky
Yeah,
Why would you leave somethin' you love here
entertainment, Bitch
I gotta get this money, cause there's money on my mind
We talk about the money, cause we runnin' out of time
Stay on your grind
I gotta get
with mafia connections
It's The Firm, nigga, set it
Yo, my mind is seein' through your design like Blind Fury
I shine jewelry, sippin' on crushed
,
Get money, make money, get money, make money
Money, money make the world spin like tops
And two glocks for the motherfuckers we suing my rocks
Running relays
Can't get no sleep
Been up 3 days
Got mouths to feed
Got bills to pay
Pop pills
My mama got prescription pills to take
But they don't
[Featuring Mobb Deep]
[DJ Clue] *echoing*
New shit, Mobb Deep featuring Noyd (like this dunn)
The Professional, used from my nigga Vic
Haha
can't go broke it's just back to the basics
Giving people hope tryna end All the racism
Only two or three niggas showed me how to get money
One gone right
park around the corner and do a walk-by
Reconciliation, retaliation on my mind
Nothin against the muslims, but I was raised eatin swine
Trapped in
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