BREESH (feat. F.A.M Messiah)

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F.A.M Finesse

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Now im getting money for minding my business
Addicted to hunnitts and fifties
I stayed on my grind
I knew I would I shine and now my pockets never empty
And I keep that iron don't get outa line
These bullets flying till its empty
For them bands I got time its follow the money
My niggas all about the benjis
Now im getting money for minding my business
Addicted to hunnitts and fifties
I stayed on my grind
I knew I would I shine and now my pockets never empty
And I keep that iron don't get outa line
These bullets flying till its empty
For them bands I got time its follow the money
My niggas all about the benjis

Whats going on man I cannot come
I just been up to the morning
Faded to long this cup I keep pouring
This cup I keep pouring "yea yea"
She want a portion
Hit it and I got it hooked like a chorus
I cannot change like a quarter
I just drop back like a quarterback
We at the door like they ordered that
Oh no drink in my cup
Kurt cobain
Freak lil bitch and she go both ways
Ice on my neck
Pockets of cream
Took off like a jet
Pull up to the scene
Pop out and we flex flex
Do my lil thing go hard in the game I just want my lil rings
Yeah yeah could never be the same
I do not know what they thought
Jumping right off of the porch
Bringing the force
Heat like a torch
Killing it killing it , corpse
I just came up from the floor
I just came right out the stores
Pedal to the medal my foot to the floor
I just been faded too long yea yea
I poured me a four
What is the score not with the nonsense
You know that's mission abort
We getting paper you know we want more
We getting paper you know we all for it
Rolling with steppers they ready for war
Check in the bag you know that's for sure
Gang F A M Siah yea yea yea

Now im getting money for minding my business
Addicted to hunnitts and fifties
I stayed on my grind
I knew I would I shine and now my pockets never empty ooouuoo
And I keep that iron don't get outa line
These bullets flying till its empty
For them bands I got time its follow the money
my niggas all about the benjis
Now im getting money for minding my business
Addicted to hunnitts and fifties
I stayed on my grind
I knew I would I shine and now my pockets never empty
And I keep that iron don't get outa line
These bullets flying till its empty
For them bands I got time its follow the money
My niggas all about the benjis ,

Go
Youngin stay on the grind
Mind on money and my money on my mind
Cant let up and I can't waist time
Iced out shit if talking about mine
Patron an Henny no chasers for mine
We Kobe and Shaquans 03 in the prime
Ballin like Duncan an spurs 05
Natos for niggas who get outa line
She on my dick I just hit it two times
Say I aint eating them niggas Is lying
Lobster and salmon with steak on the side
Wok in my Fanta
The za go me high
Young niggas getting the bag and we live
Baddie trona link up my dick on her mind
Bussin it throwing it back till she climax
Young niggas running up racks what they mad at
Got on my shit and my pockets got fatter
Fifteen in this shit I don't need no ladder
Lawyers on speed dial if I make a splatter
Balenci and Loui im still rocking kappa
Niggas can get hit for thinken we rappers
Broke an tronna flex for some bitches that's backwards
Still got my choppa a couple of ratchets
F*ck all that shit we get strait to the bag yea
Yeah yeah
We gettin strait to the bag
My niggas doing everything they cant
My niggas doing everything they cant
Yeah Yeah
We getting strait to the bag

Now im getting money for minding my business
Addicted to hunnitts and fifties
I stayed on my grind
I knew I would I shine now my pockets never empty
And I keep that iron don't get outa line
These bullets flying till its empty
For them bands I got time its follow the money
My niggas all about the benjis
Now im getting money for minding my business
Addicted to hunnitts and fifties
I stayed on my grind
I knew I would I shine now my pockets never empty
And I keep that iron don't get outa line
These bullets flying till its empty
For them bands I got time its follow the money
My niggas all about the benjis

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