Lyrics:
earthquakin
Industry shakin, you kiddin me? We money makin
Your money fake son, I'll call you clay 'cause you get's Play-Doh
Jamel and Joey Simmons holdin
we always broke bread, know you wrong nigga
cs days went by, got more solidified
Only but so many you know who's down to ride
You swear you the truth,
McBry
Welcome my scene know you seen this in your dreams
And your eyes are getting blinded by this ultra light beam
Gotta take a couple moments imma
I got that pack, i got that sack
I got that O, I hit the club I lose control
I smoke that loud, I know the grower
Ball like the owner
Hit this gin
She told me joey you been working late
I told her where you think this money coming from, would you rather eat from a different plate?
And by the way
just got served
Time to take this beat and ride it
Like I'm on my Duel Rider
Bars will burn you like a lighter
When you duel the Junk Fighter
Warrior's
Attention please, attention please
This feel like the whole entire world collapsed
Uh, this that yellow tape shit, they keep running out of it
Another hundo milli done it right
Bout another new milli right
To the stars this where I ride
Making more I make tonight
See the dollar sign it on me
Its Joey Banks in this hoe
Big bags of dope
I put em on
I came so far
I was dead broke
I know my hustle motivate
And give em hope
Foot on they
Bitch I'm back on my grind, you can't tell (you can't tell)
When I hit the spliff, only time we face L's
Uh, okay, I stepped in this bitch like I
shakin, you kiddin me? We money makin
Your money fake son, I'll call you clay 'cause you get's Play-Doh
Jamel and Joey Simmons holdin millions on the lay
understand
& I know that you’re the one
And it feels like I’m in love
I never thought I’d feel this way
But you make it all okay
And I’ll be waiting by
niggas that wasn't sure that
We would see another day, joey
Self-employed, so if I'm on
That island by myself
Self-deployed, don't help that boy
I'm good
get colder
Yea they tryna ride my wave yea im bossanova
It's a hunch night up at joeys I think I like the hostess
Chicken lettuce wrap now this
the morning just to ride with ya', yeah
This feel like a rebirth, another day on this green Earth
I couldn't ask for much more man, shit could be worse
fucking stress
That's okay cuz she love this dick
She chose it so don't talk no shit
Sweet, venti to, hit the chateau where i lay
Ride with a whip, there's
stuck through this shit
And I traveled a little
By little I mean a whole lot
But could always be more
There's so many places we haven't seen
Caught up in
his ride
3 years go by, I made a hell of a run
And that's when funky got done, a joey playing wit guns
And ?, karty was my man
And reggy, I wish
as your jeans is
Your mine forever and I meant it
Baby let's ride and get high by the palm trees
Can't really help that these bitches is salty
Spending
It's Joey aye, aye, yuh
Super smag Joey
I gotta piss right now OD bad
Ight, yuh, aye, yuh fuck!
Polo Locco with a bad bitch, mm
I'mma fuck the bitch
video
I'm in one of my three luxury apartments eatin Raisin Bran cereal
While you front low, I take my bike ride down to Wells Fargo
How long is it
My squad ride armada
Might pull up beside ya
I promise you don't want these problems
I go banana like Tony Montana
With the Sosa from East Atlanta
My
Mesmorized by his style, could tell he was wild
but he had a touch of class and a million buck smile
Got a thing for a thug and he fit the profile
Thug
Urm one thing that
I have come to appreciate throughout making this album is
Is the different forms of love you can get
And I feel like
Everybody is
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