Lyrics:
for go make all of this wealth (higher eh)
I just can't be here by myself yeah yeah (higher eh)
It no be say we no know what we for do
It be say doing
You can get stung for honey
It's the water, the drink but still the shit you drown in
Two sides of the coin
Keep metal for money
The shit tucked in
the Mentions (mentions)
Swept his block, now it's quite I get it
Call up ye, Ghost town where he livin' (Huh)
I'm that kid, pt.2 if you snitchin' (Yerrr)
Got
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
shot gun blast, it ain't no stoppin the shells
you doing shows everyday but you ain't clockin no mail
I'm in the A-T-L fuckin with killers and thugs
greedy
Don't be touchin all on my money 'cause that makes my honey look sleazy
Getten paid is like, good sex 'cause my money comes easy
My phat stack be
for you
You know say we get plans for two
Come my place make we rendevouz
Tell me wetin I no fit do
I don high for you
I'll give my life for you
No one
for you
You know say we get plans for two
Come my place make we rendevouz
Tell me wetin I no fit do
I don high for you
I'll give my life for you
No one
no tide, permanent stain
Tamed, flamed, we are not the same
Leave you in the dust with an ankle sprain
Wausau, Madison, different planes
Hit a one-two
the music for that ass so we can wild out
Be that warrior with that douja what we call a smoke out
No doubt these chicks be fiending for that feeling
That two
to my mother
I swear when my momma dies, that's when I'mma die
Fuck bitches get money, Young Money go hard
Skate hard, big B's no honey
Got that drop
its all cream and baby
I made this one for the brothers in the party
To find a hottie and dance body to body
Step one, first you grab honey by
its all cream and baby
I made this one for the brothers in the party
To find a hottie and dance body to body
Step one, first you grab honey by
Trendy Wendy's you know what I mean
Hangin' around with girl who's rolling up her jeans
She watches her street crack 'cause she's no dummy
Through
road
But we gonna make it out that bottom
40 pt on a baby k
Cuz I'm feelin like I'm Pablo
Safari aniamls in the backyard
Grazing by thegritto
funny with no money, but no cash
No honey i was told you can pay to
Make your rainy day sunny
It's the money in my life
Allowin' me to get all that
Honey
havin no money
No clout
Now I'm that kid
That they talk about
Well, slightly
Just do it like Nike
Run game wit CashDaGawd
He the 2-3
I'm the point God
dey fight konji
Because honey no dey
And no girl wan do
Because money no dey
We dey look for ginger
To pepe the sauce
And we value our thyme
Even when
that I'm sorry for the sins (ayy, B)
Nigga buying cars and that nigga rent (skrrt, skrrt)
Nigga blood, real write, no pen
Honey, I ain't really
fuck segregation
Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just Honey Nut
Young Money running shit and you niggas just runner-ups
I don't feel I done
shit on the daily
Ayy ayy
Taking my shots like I'm 2 4
Look at my neck this is to froze
Pull up to miami
Fucked all the baddies
Smoked all the weed
Pull
While us MC's rap, doin' our thing
It's not singin', like it used to be
No, it's rappin' to the rhythm of the sure shot beat
It goes one for the money
falling lately, it feel like my children hate me
You tell me I'm beautiful and yet no man wanna date me
Haunted by vivid memories of that man who raped me
south, the dirty south [repeat 2X]
[Redd]
Down south we wear bandannas and denim suites
Down south you gone always spot us in them coupes
[Lil' Flip]
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