Lyrics:
a couple of hoes and spend some cheese
That's how a boy's life is supposed to be
Make our way to N.O. cause we, Bout It Bout It
Then down to D.C. where
Yeah, let's get it
First I'm gon' stack my flo' (and then what?)
Then I'm gon' stack some mo' (and then what?)
Close shop then I do my count
Hide
popping every time a ***** come around
They know I'm money I ain't even gotta make a sound
Still tapping in /every year a ***** elevate
Hold on let me
telling you to work
Until you make it to a better day
And when you get it
Then you got it
Never regret it and
Never let it get away
Make sure you getting
Fuck a hot girl summer this is cold boy winter
For the man who went cold n their heart got splintered
By a gyal who showed love N dashed off like
Way back when I was just a little bitty boy
Living in a box under the stairs
In the corner of the basement of the house
Half a block down
Vinnie and a couple of the other local hoods
He also made extra money selling drawings of
Boy Scouts to a retired Army sergeant who worked as a counselor
an attack by an unknown enemy
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Uh
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin'
Yeah, let's get it
First I'm gon' stack my flo' (and then what?)
Then I'm gon' stack some mo' (and then what?)
Close shop then I do my count
Hide
Post up by the store give em a whiff and tell em shop with me
I barely ever worked a job but boy I sold a lot of weed
Seven hundred profit twenty bows
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
natural hoover
Fing ring with a vision
Clearin' it with Visine, asian from Beijing
Money make her cum, she cream- feed the weak
That's Wing Stop
'Cause I still got more money
Money make the world go 'round
I still got more money
Bands make your girl go down
And I still got more money
Lot more
on the track, I toot-a-loo my horn
Make these hoes come running like Mike for travs
Ain't got my money ho, you bound to get slap
Cause I don't love a bitch
her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But there's got to be a better way!
her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But there's got to be a better way!
F*** a couple of hoes and spend some cheese
That's how a boy's life is supposed to be
Make our way to N.O. cause we, Bout It Bout It
Then down
Niggas talking bout money
But I really get a lot
my niggas still boomin n bunkin
Ima boss and I smoke out da onion
I been kickin big shit like a punt
Og in
Skinny nigga used to move a lot of weight
semi grippa don't make me put you in crate
come from a hood like a chop shop or rock spot where they cop glocks
took the wrong route
You got alot of talent, don't let it go to waste
Handcuffed on the ground, with dirt in ya face
I know the trap, circumstances make
said "I was in the grape van"
Uhm, well cutie, I like your bougie booty
Come Erykah Badu me, well, let's make a movie
Hell, you know my repertoire is
where you come from
It ain't just about making money, it's about What you do with money
It's funny how a lot of people make a lot of money but they cash
was by him
Whoever said big boys don't cry was lying
Yeah, cuz' i'm the biggest here
Wish that i could shed a tear
Took a trip up to a pier
Just so that
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