Lyrics:
How you feel
Overseas flow, take your ho over the water
She ain't never seen a nigga say "bonjour"
I got left wrist and it
Looks like it's a clock
Oh my
got problems, huh? Well, it's the same thing for everybody
And, nigga, I ain't gon' lie
I promise, not a day go by
I ain't on the grind, if I ain't
to ask you a few
questions, Ma'am. I understand you were almost devoured by the Ma'am. Is
that right, dragon?
Maiden: It was terrible. He breathed
Let's talk about money
Get money
Common Sense want the money
Let's talk about money
I, be, the one they call Peavey
I'm Poe as Edgar Allen
(blinded by the light)
Because it's blurred by the V’s, I was driven
I also was distracted by head she was giving
(she kept playing) it made us wonder
It was
like they can’t tell?
"Oi, Sickers, how you act like that?"
I got a flow that'll serve me well
Yeah, I said make that mill
Empty your pockets and you
you can sell us
Money over bullshit, friction derail us (naw)
(?) niggas, yeah we take it or leave it
But know it's over since I was (?)
You nervous
It is what it is
It is what it is
You try compromisin', nope, they don't wanna talk
And they got them nuts that's off that Acapulco powdered chalk
to ask you a few
questions, Ma'am. I understand you were almost devoured by the Ma'am. Is
that right, dragon?
Maiden: It was terrible. He breathed
Young boy
Young boy stack your mill get out the fucking way
Young boy stack your mill get out the fucking way
Young boy stack your mill get out
by his self or with a group too
Who? Fight back oh it like that [?]
Where my knife at, shawty I be right back.
[Hook:]
Fresh out the box I'm a mash
to keep it, but they... when the monster came out of the cave, just over on the left hand side of the screen you
Ee about this much two-by-four attached
It is what it iz
It is what it iz
You try compromisin', nope, they don't wanna talk
And they got them nuts that's off that Acapulco powdered
Steak
Today Want Try The Lobsters
Well Connected
Plugged Like The Wires
In The Sockets
Big Business
Discuss it Over Dinner
Like
Just for a mill', or a rolie'
I still don't do what I'm told
Lately I've been on the road
Clout demons selling their souls
Just for a mill', or a rolie'
checking for a dollar
I be checking for mill
Hundred hundred bands
Money busting rubber bands
You don't got it
You don't get it
Then you don't understand
day
Im wit gorillas talk down we gone bathe ya ape
I done came along way from pretending
You know wat it is
I cant stop till i get me a mill
Oh they
will give when you make a mill
I can make money by standin' still
Yeah you hate me because you're miserable
you were just jealous it's typical
your
nigga
I never fold, keep my hand on my gun nigga
Momma told em kill em with my music slowly
The game over, and Imma cross over like Kobe
Now get it nigga!
I am doing so well
Got the mindset if you cannot tell
Not making music just for the mills
Already paying like all my bills
Kills me when people don't
say that! We came over in the same boat
Now we all in the same bed
Well maybe different boats
But you know if you think
About it, last week, it
Was 22
Every day I’m all about that dollar bill hoe
That R E S P E C T I kill for
Lost a hundred grand
Made a hundred mill though
My money long, your money
Yea, man we came from the bottom
Stunna told me get these n****s so I got em!
Man these women treat you different when you popping
Well I ain't
if your down come around check the super rhyme
We don't drop dimes
Come and have a funky time
Well it's the 718 and everything is straight
We live
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