Lyrics:
hoe
I got my bud in my pocket its always on me
All of my boys they clean
Come back to the hometown that's bling
Imma cop a ring
Imma go beat it like I'm
cash on my
Tab
(Ain't got no cash in my
Tab)
I was standing all alone
(Lone)
Starving talking to my
Soul (soul)
Hard times come & go
(Go)
When it's gone
zone
All the SHIT I did for her like keeping her rich
I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch
Well by now you should know it was just my luck
(Halfway)
Turned her out, now shе a whole thot
(Whole thot)
Drop my top, yeah, you know that's mе
(Ohh ohh)
Don't stop at lights, we think they all green
the glare
Of everyone you burned just to get there
It's coming back around
And I keep my side of the street clean
You wouldn't know what I mean
to do time
No snitchin nobody out when ya facin a life sentence
For death, you do it by yo God-damn self
He gettin clean, so we gave him a job
Had
friend
But you my fucking cash cow
Like a cash cow
Get money and get out
Always minding my own business
Know I never chase clout
Off the smoke I'm burnt
live by the motto
Run it
Run it
Run it up
Transplants got the city on smash
See them gangs in the building getting cash
Run it
Run it up
Only vibe that
jerseys I'm a throwback mess
I hit the cleaners and tell 'em I want a full court press
So momma toast your glass while I'm countin' my cash
'Cause every
feet
From sea to rising sea
I want it clean but
I want it cheap
I'll tell the world about all the ways I'm helping
By showing off all of my second-hand
S-M-double O-T
Nukka please I be grindin' to deplete
Only sleep when I blink
Shatter all these haters by the fleet
And I don't have to leave my freakin seat
falling lately, it feel like my children hate me
You tell me I'm beautiful and yet no man wanna date me
Haunted by vivid memories of that man who raped me
mind and clean your cash out See a nigga had to pay me if he ever owed me A thug about my business, I'll do ya homie Drink the O-E and tote the tech nine
just tryna get clean
But I’m just wishin
Have you ever lost a friend
To the needle or the pipe
They alive in the day
But they dead by the night
I’m just
trading raw stories
We outlaws on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise look in my eyes
ROUND 1 i shot myself in the foot
Lost my step as the proof
Caught
who got cash flow
Ya run up in them hoes and grab the cash
And get your dash on
While you're chillin', with your homies and shit
And how my niggaz
Never thought I'd see myself in this light
Up on the stage, in front of a mic
They all know my name and I'm feelin' like
I am the man, they try
Fuck what they say I do me yeah
Fuck what they say I do me yeah
Breeze by the trees I'm so free yeah
Prosper my fit I'm so clean yeah
Spray my shit up
it clean, keep it clean
Ohh shit, ohh shit
Kill the game, kill the game
Bagging goals all I know is how to win
Nothing's changed my nigga am still
Keep it clean, keep it clean
Ohh shit, ohh shit
Kill the game, kill the game
Bagging goals all I know is how to win
Nothing's changed my nigga am still
the feds audit
Uh, I like to dirty my money, I like to dirty my lean
I been ridin' down 110 in somethin' that's clean
Just got through filin' my taxes, I
way and I ain't ever lost it
Run up the cash roll up the gas don't even talk
Man you be smoking that trash
Fit so clean
Fit so clean
I want the RAF
haffi mek, oh yeah
She wanting all my love, all my love
And she say she like my cheese, all my cash
And she really like my moves, how I floss on my last
zone
All the SHIT I did for her like keeping her rich
I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch
Well by now you should know it was just my luck
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