Lyrics:
our routes
We make the rules
That's how we rake the loot
The way I handle paper I'm a money made masseuse
Ocean's twelve, we play for keeps
When all
I stay up all night to get them rakes up
Can't handle some facts I call it straight up
Only get one warning that's this nice you see
Imma one
Blooklot informer handle business with the rakes
Big spliff lit talking numbers with the greats
Taking shots I can't wait
you
Every time I see you, girl, my johnny get hard
Harder than the handle on the rake in my yard
Harder than the brownstone brick on my house
If I ever,
focus on my own shit
Plays in motion
Rake that dough in
Rake that dough in
Rake that dough in, yeah
(Aye)
I know it, so I focus on my own shit
Plays in
looking for her rake
The tool was dull and old
And the handle nurtured mold
But metal prongs were cold
And never meant to break
And never meant to break
Its mayday it be payday ay
Rake up the leafs it be coming winter this season yea
This year more likely more accurately ay ay
40 case 30 with a jeep
Bro showed man how to handle sticks
Ain't tryna make fed there woo like crip
Can't ever say the mandem ain't on
I heard he went there and they
gon’ slide blood on the leaves i keep that rake
They gon say that they all love me but it’s fake
I see the smiles but i know it’s real hate
I see
in my district
So we gon' have to shut it down
Need you right beside me when I'm waking up
Throw a couple bills and shawty rake it up
Tell them
to cut the grass ima get me a rake
If I ain't made that money yet ima get to the cake
I ain't tryna place the bets unless I'm ina race
Stop I got these
COUGH!!
HIGHLIGHT
DICE HEYYY!! WAY YOU!
You way dey smart(back off)
you wey dey talk(back off)
you wey de rake (back off)
you wen de fake(back off)
the new generation of slaves
Here to make papes to buy a record exec' rakes
The pile of revenue I create
But I guess I don't get a cut 'cause my
They know the score
So give me more
Their screamin' Lord
Pay on the fourth
Had to shut it down show 'em that I'm lit now
They just handle business,
Save me
I wouldn’t rake up
I couldn’t make enough to salvage us
Starve me
Cause I shouldn’t wake up
I couldn’t take enough to handle this
Found me
I
lotta rats
Whole lotta snakes
Niggas keep talking im hit em with rakes
Huh
Whole lotta speed
Whole lotta brakes
cll out of love
Give me break
Give me
the new generation of slaves
Here to make papes to buy a record exec' rakes
The pile of revenue I create
But I guess I don't get a cut 'cause my
shawty nah I don't cum quick
Just trying to show you how to clap and then I handle it (What)
Clap it all night and maybe you'll expand a bit
I do
sake
I just roll another wood yeah
I bake and bake
Everyday I barely feel as if I’m even awake
To much pressure to handle I need a mental break
catch em my way then I got em
Wait let's go
Smoking on shit you can't handle
Swear I can't stay out the yo
Say I'm back in this bitch like a rear view
to handle
Told her I came wit a bag, now she think I'm Santa
Big bottle of ciroq on my puffy shit
Drink hen, but tonight this wut I'm fucking with (that
you boy
If you can't handle it baby
You don't deserve it
You can't rake in if you don't bet
You can't make waves and not get wet
You can't make love
Skirt skirt in a lambo
It’s lit no candle
I’m off no handle
Beat it up no Rambo
Gucci flop for the sandal
Spittin verse no camel
Rap bitches for
y'all lil niggas can't handle this
My crew full of savages
My niggas tote Uzi's , banana clips
Y'all niggas cant duck and y'all shit outta luck
So y'all
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