Mañana (feat. Peso Peso)

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Pone Pacino

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No, you ain't promised, mañana No, no, no, you ain't promise, mañana
No, no, hundreds and zeros and commas No, no,

I'm countin' this money, I can't get enough I'm securing the bag, I'ma sprint to the dust and ya bitch on my dick, cause it's money she lust Yeah bitch, I'ma stepper your head'll get bust, don't play with me, boy, I'ma send them piranhas plus you know life is cheap, so your ass is a goner, my whole team is eatin', get cash wit my partners You gon' get it today, you ain't promised mañana No, no, no, you ain't promised, mañana
Stack them hundreds and zeros and commas Drippin' Gucci and Louie and Prada
Man, look, if you ain't gang, you get nada
Sorry, lil' bitch, it's how we was brought up
Man, these haters just mad they can't stop us
Look, you ain't get no money, just stop it

I remember the struggle like it was just yesterday
Cause that shit was just real like yesterday
Now the team, we all up and see better days
If there's one thing I won't do, that's never change
Yeah, look, me and the money don't separate
Try come between us, that stick make you levitate
Man, look, if they gon' hate, f*ck em', let em' hate
Cause we gon' continue to elevate
Not everybody cool, but I watch who you eat with
The same ones you feed, they'll put you in a deep six
Before you learn from your mistakes, better prefix
Cause ain't nobody there when you go off on the deep end
Loyalty ain't shit, but a word check the pretense
Most of y'all ain't really who you say y'all just pretend
Got it out the mud, that's why I'm forever linked in
Real always recognize real, that's why it's inked in
They say you're only as hot as the size of your billfold
Shit cap, I was killin' it, broke, shit, I been cold
Now I got money, I don't mix with these rich folk
Y'all know I'm a stepper, I been on my 10 toes
You don't want smoke, what it do, we about that
Violate a rat, get caught up in the mousetrap
30 round drum in the blick that's a house cat
You can get touched, try your luck, yeah, I'm bout that

I'm countin' this money, I can't get enough
I'm securing the bag, I'ma sprint to the dust
And your bitch on my dick, cause it's money she lust
Yeah bitch I'm a stepper, your head'll get bust
Don't play with me, boy, I'ma send them piranhas
Plus you know life is cheap, so your ass is a goner
Yeah, my whole team is eatin', get cash on my partners
You gon' get it today, you ain't promised, mañana
No, no
No, you ain't promised, mañana
Stack them hundreds and zeros and commas
Drippin' Gucci and Louie and Prada
Man, look, if you ain't gang, you get nada
Sorry lil bitch, that's how we was brought up
Man, these haters just mad they can't stop us
Look, you ain't get no money, just stop it

You ain't gettin' money, cut it
The hood where I'm from is rugged
I'm pourin' up Tek, red, bloody
I'm servin' the cluckers, got love for my druggies
I'm pourin' a deuce in the Fanta, my stick is a dirty Diana
I pick up the Falcons and go to Atlanta
In my trap, I got cameras, I'm all in your city
I don't need no answer, my bitch is a dancer
Other bitch is  a doctor, nigga, make the wrong move, he get hit with the chopper
I'm countin' the cheese, cheddar, gualla
And my neck is water, so I bought Gucci goggles
In the club with the stick, I ain't swingin' the bottle
Nigga, play with this shit, we gon' hit full throttle
Can't run from these switches, can't run from these hollows
Got a bad lil' bitch, she just came from Chicago
If you broke, can't get with the team
I limp when I walk, got bands in my jeans
I fell in love with servin' the fiends
I empty the clip, I ain't turnin' my cheek
Nigga, f*ck with the gang, we makin' 'em bleed
Got long clips, scopes, and beams
Got diamonds on neck, wrist, and rings
Niggas go to the can, these niggas sing SNITCH

I'm countin' this money, I can't get enough

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