Lyrics:
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
pickin' would set 'em on fire
But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man
Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis
I run outta money and luck
pickin' would set 'em on fire
But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man
Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis
I run outta money and luck
pickin' would set 'em on fire
But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man
Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis
I run outta money and luck
thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire
But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man
Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis
I run outta money
pickin' would set 'em on fire
But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man
Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis
I run outta money and luck
So
pickin' would set 'em on fire
But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man
Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis
I run outta money and luck
picking would set them on fire
But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man
Well I nearly starved to death down in Memphis
I run out of money and luck
So I
off with no feels, block that bitch with no feels
She can't call my phone cause I ain't pay my phone bill
Smokin' on mobile got me feeling like a drone
convinced you their greed's benign
We're not angry enough, this is egregious
They don't need permission to hit your GPS
Mobiles getting bugged, little sneaky
a spiral
But my girl the only saviour for me that I know
Money up, giving less fucks
And that's why
I ain't in a group no wu tang
I drive alone in my lane
got other plans look I'm doin' other scams look
I don't care bout your other mans
I got money stacked in rubber bans look
On da block we like talibans
dance just because
Pull up in vans just because
We'll take your mans just because
Boss shit
Little bitch listen up money talking
I'm a put it on, put it
p3 mobile money bi
Nny3 2-3 years hardwork wa make
Na me aa meebusa me ho s3 Wo kc hc kc y3 den
Me maame tee masem wei yaa )se Kwabena
Wo kc hc kc y3
ain’t leaving till the morning , till the sun comes up.
Verse 1
High priced auto mobile, parked out in the front, it's like a car show, we got what ever
you cannot fuckin' run run
The law caught up they are strapped with the gun gun
Story on my mobile opposites attract I see sun son
Can no longer give
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