Lyrics:
it's hard for me to call it a career
'cause it's hour by hour, and check to check
Everyday I have to earn the man's respect
I've heard him say there's
[verse 1]
Koopa, I said I never cheat on my money,
It's funny how hos don't belive me,
Watch mad hatter and cat hatter but gave it to me because I'm
know they don't wanna go back, no glory
Scene IV, the pimp got took out by Barry's brother
We got this tip on some new fresh bait
Money in their heads
get through this man, meet me by the sto'
And I don't know, what they told you boy
I got that A1, whole baking soda boy
You could add the B12, put it in
Just follow me, and take some lsd
You soar, you feel the time fly by like a rock
Into my brain, into the sun, it's the plight
You got my heart
Always trapped by heresy
Our media it lies
Grafting terror in our minds
Twist the truth for all to see
As they show false imagery
News production from
welcome in the studio (yeah yeah)
For the money and the show though (money and the show though)
After party sippin' slow-mo (sippin' slow-mo)
Eyes on my
Theo
I was 12 falling asleep to the thought of a kilo
I was 12 in advanced classes as bored as a free throw
My mother's biggest fear was me coming
you ain't got no ride holla
Lookin for the hook up holla
Holla, holla
(Verse 1)
You can catch me in the land of the greenest snaps
Stanks from tha
tripping on you niggas
My money my name and fame getting bigger
No matter where I go I'm the main topic
My people always treat me like a prophet
99 problems
If you fuckin' with my money then
I'm gonna catch a hommie
Get that check up on the Friday
It be gone by the Monday
I can't trust these motherfuckers
Need new haters
Old ones all now like me
Love me hate me
I'm still getting money
Need new haters
Old ones all now like me
Love me hate me
I'm still
mama told me not to show it
Told me not to show it
Told me not to show it
Told me not to show it
Told me not to show it
Told me not to show it
Told me
I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang
I’m feeling myself i took what’s left
I’m eating lobster prepared by chef
Don’t hear the hate like I’m legally deaf
Focus on self and not
I’m feeling myself i took what’s left
I’m eating lobster prepared by chef
Don’t hear the hate like I’m legally deaf
Focus on self and not
?
What you got, show me what you got for me, what you got for me?
What you got, mama won't you shake it for me, what you got for me?
Show me what you got,
Wake up get money, dolla till the night
They show that fake love that's the only thing they got
Used to look bummy, now I put 5 on the top
If I press
quieren hasta el postre
Chula no sabes lo que te espera
No me hables de money que no tengo un panamera
Si acaso traje condones en la cartera
en el cuarto
ya we be gettin money what's up
all the bad ones by the bar pour up a cup
its on the team catch us smoking in the cut
fuck with the squad we going up
was
You don't show your trust all you do is sus
I been holding onto this money I dare someone try take it from me, It's nothing
Every time this shit
When the fed rush in the dope spot
And your main man tell 'em how the coke drop
How he rain danced with me by the boat dock
I know when he did that, I
three hundred, you can ask em'
Cubans, Remy, caviar
Grade 12 Kobe, tiny char
Pull up in the tightest car
Funded by the latest bars
Every ticket, front
was show up
More than music, but in life y'all taught me how to switch the flow up
Taught us how to respect and be a good person
As well as help others
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