Lyrics:
her
Oh my God, I can't believe I used to tell her that I loved her
She be bad girl, my ex even two brothers
Busy get me off this track, cus even
get it right
Get around, get a life
Get it now, set the plan
When I fall, lend a hand
Brother man
Brother man took me by the hand
Told me "There's
bank too
And pass it to the teller but you know better
They trying to tell us to stay strong
But every day we losing jobs
From College Park out
every dollar that is made
Must be properly spent
Stop spending all that money like
You have no sense i'm only telling you once
Don't make me have to get
yeah
Cause I only f*** with money man
Only f*** with money cause I know it ain't gone do me wrong
These niggas telling on they brother acting like they
dreaming too wild or is it too much to ask
I'll leave it to God
Only time can tell
Woah
The hood don't love ya
It's a big home wrecker
Me normally I don't
shit is real
I came in, I look like hell
White bitch, she said what the hell
Diamond clearance, can't you tell
Diamonds clear, can you tell the teller
telling me "You so good man, you going up!"
But what's the point in getting all this praise when nothing good really shows up?
Can't break out of this cycle
down for the funk of it
Like Fred Sanford in the biz
Yo one held his paraphenalia, a Wu memorabilia
Mailed by the fortune teller, tried to tell ya
me-stressing me, my memories
That's what they telling me
I'm trying to focus on the road that's ahead of me
By my memories, yeah heeey yeeeah
When it seems
me-stressing me, my memories
That's what they telling me
I'm trying to focus on the road that's ahead of me
By my memories, yeah heeey yeeeah
When it seems
sun, red wine drinking
Took two numbers just by blinking
Look at me nigga cashing, dancing
Way too wavy, yeah we flexing
Je sais que t’a kiffé quand je
teleprompter
She gonna tell me prompt
Fuck the bank teller
Rumpelstiltskin in her pale skin
Going' all in she gon' love this Dickson
She wish she had me
Under
I'm on the way up
I'm a teleprompt
She gonna tell me prompt
Fuck the bank teller
Rumpelstiltskin in her pale skin
Going' all in she gon' love this
trying to get fed, my n***a who really improving
In tune with my old, he telling me get em, i tell him look n***a i'm shooting
I'm trying to go cop me
The feds try to catch me on the run, I don't stop and go
Sick of telling niggas I'm the shit, I just drop a load
Music couldn't make a nigga rich, I
I'm so tired of being broke
Hit the doc and tell'er stitch me up
Quickly, yuh
Hurry in a jiffy, yuh
Now I'm in the city, uh
Even if it's windy, uh
stand to be pulled out the mud by another man
Pride, something so foolish should be set aside
But like a drug it seems to yield a certain type of high
One
say a man can only be alone for so long
Before the man's mind is gone
[Verse - Violent J]
There ain't nobody, telling me, not to jump off
There
Target all on my head (black)
Wanting me 'cause I'm (black, black)
Devil called, telling me when the heavens fall
To not got involved like woah
Tell me
on telling me you wanna have it all
Tell me what for
Yeah you keep on telling me you wanna have it all
Tell me what for
Cash and Kashmir, gold in Zaier
I got
all
Tell me what for
Yeah you keep on telling me you wanna have it all
Tell me what for
Yeah you keep on telling me you wanna have it all
Tell me
you be the pilot
Take me as I'm I let you treat me as your man
Now we trading places finding solitude in all the wrong phases
Like a dope fein man
Yeah
So many sore losers keep tryna talk to me
Y'all need to focus on winning, stop focusing on me
Yeah
Thirteen thousand in Portugal, that's
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