Lyrics:
feed 'em to the pitts
Yeah, my whole life has turned, I think I'm gettin' followed by a journalist
I think my life done finally shifted, we on a yacht,
my hip bitch you know ima hit
Extended the clip boy I’ll see you in a bit
I’m ridin’ the whip
Man im swervin’ this shit
Got dope in the pot
Bruh I cook
to war leave your body stiff
A fuck the fame really all i want is money bitch
Play pussy and get fuck with extended clip
Shawn storm we don't give a shit
The heavens speaking to me
I'm from Queens we get the money by all means
My life is a movie she wanna do me, tell her to keep it groovy
Baby girl I don't need
you a dummy
I'm married to money
Ion want no friends
Glock 17
Ion kno what gen
Yea I'm ReyDaGoon
Nigga I been the man
Flexing since a kid
I really go in
you a dummy
I'm married to money
Ion want no friends
Glock 17
Ion kno what gen
Yea I'm ReyDaGoon
Nigga I been the man
Flexing since a kid
I really go in
dollar stealth bomber fails to fly successfully
And you say I should be proud of this song
Think about it AMERICA!
Verse One: Sir Mix-a-Lot
I'm
divided[01:37.16]So I keep the union with money[01:38.69]Foo I'm loose on the juice[01:39.68]Yeah I'm blinded by losses[01:40.48]I need me a baddie that cooks dale
of the month, until the 7th
And from the 17th to the end it's like heaven
We go from buying back to selling
Ay, I live like a king, by way of delivery
(cash)
The money with yngn is suitable, (yeah)
I'm fucking with edibles that shit incredible
Free all the people thats locked in the federal
Im smoking
tellin' fables, also know you in your feelings
Run this up because I'm able, I'm just tryna get a million
Bags of racks, with straps and packs, he on that
smoked by both hands
Damn, is that your girl over there?
Damn, is that now my girl over there?
Damn, I'm have to show you life ain't fair
Damn, I got
the family scriptures
1999 nigga, still struggling
Trying to get some money with this mastermind I'm juggling
Sharpen up ya thug mentality
And by the year
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
When she's with me it's Heaven Sent
And she screaming
You mite wanna ride out
Cause yea boy I'm heavy on the block
Drive-by, tear da sides out
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
Ah ah ah its your boy Bobby Shmurda aka I think that I'm Tom Cruise man
Straight out the motherfuckin tombs, man ah ah ah
Free all my real niggas, ya
you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud, I don't need a scale
Plenty money, but I'm still thuggin', this the rich as hell
17
40K, now she act different (let's go)
And her ass different, look, my cash different
I'm gettin' money on purpose, you got it by accident (that's
Beefing with me turn yo ass to a skeleton
Calling me daddy bitch I'm not your gentleman
Drinking the lean bitch I mix it like gelatin
Up in her ocean man
God[02:48.54]Please protect that boy[02:49.48]Down there with seraph eyes[02:51.05]I'm terrified; terrorized by the lengths[02:53.44]Of my imaginative mind[02:54.85]Is
Sound Like Heaven
A 7-6-5-4-3-2-1 aCome On Rahiem Come And Get Some
Yes Yes Y'all, Ya Don't Stop, Come On, Come On, Huh
I Wanna Hit The Top
I'm A One
not reached your request, my beloved?
12.Do greed for money or possessions make things fall apart t?
13- I see the moon going down onto the earth.
more I'm not patient
Inna trap house this hoe vacant
Fuck all the fame and the hatin'
I do dis shit for da money game
I do dis shit for my name
Ion
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