Lyrics:
that it's heavy
But I'll pay someone to grab it, for me, yeah"
I know I got a lot of baggage
Full of Chanels and Tiffany's and broken hearts, girl
Put 60,000 on my mama ring and it ain't even come out of Tiffany's
I can tell you how to get the money but you just gotta listen to me
Ah-ah-ah,
Give me any beat, Imma make it work
Ay, ay
Shorty ass fat, Imma make her twerk
Ay, ay
Kissing on her neck, hand up in her skirt
Ay, ay
Said she like
it's gonna work out fine
Darling, started getting next to me
Darling, though about how this could be
Ooee
If your love is half as true
As the love I'm
with orphans
I'm at the bottom of the mud, where it started
I need Biscotti, gotta smoke by a forest
Got a flock of tens, like an arsenal
This shit
did I say, gotta dial it up again
I'm writing out those lines that fell out drunk at three AM
What the hell did I, hell did I, hell did I say?
What
hella p's
I'm doing big things, I got big dreams
Move out of my way, if you ain't for me
Feel like a winner, I put in work
So many years, man I
leaking out your faucets, hmm
Time to forfeit your crown and leave the grounds
There's a new sheriff in town holding it down
It's the two holster,
you could if you just said you're sorry
I know that we could work it out somehow
But if this was a movie you'd be here by now
If you're out there
leaking out your faucets, hmm
Time to forfeit your crown and leave the grounds
There's a new sheriff in town holding it down
It's the two holster,
family struggle went and Got it out her scrubs tho
We used to send up power prays
Now we busting power plays
Came up out that fire raised
Long nights
diamonds all over my Franck Muller
Me I get busy, I put that work in if it's worth it
Come through hit you up, I'll make a crime scene perfect
Niggas talk
But I'm here to tell you well that ain't the way
You gotta sing it out, you gotta reach to the sky
Until you ring it out, kiss the devil goodbye
You
They gon' feel it
They gon' feel it
(Turn me up Josh)
I'm out my mind, I ain't got no ceiling
And I ain't sparin' none, I'ma make 'em feel it
For a lifetime of mem'ries some happy some sad
Two for a dollar the price sure ain't bad
No bids for the carriage rottin' out by the shed
The one that
Anthony works in the grocery store
Savin' his pennies for someday
Mama Leone left a note on the door
She said, "Sonny, move out to the country"
let's make it work
And I want you back, and I want you back
Out my heart woah
I swear I never said this before
Baby baby baby I'll do right by you
Baby
Get up, get out, go get that money
It's time to work, hey, alright
Work, hey, alright
Early in the morning
I'm wrapped in the couch
It smells like
lies, I tote Uzis
I get idolized by these groupies
I treat 'em just like they're regular, yeah
They sneakin' pics on the cellular
Preyin' on me, I'm
baby
Work it out huh, hit me one time
Kiss me each morning for a million years
Hold me each evening by your side
Tell me you love me, for a million years
Then if it don't work out
Hoppin' out, you know it's Son when the doors lift
Whole squad hide the burners (whole squad)
Mets hats in the sky like Bobby Shmurda
They watch me like
But provided the yodle a unique interpretation by combining it with the blues
Jimmie made the yodle work for him
His yodle could display pain loneliness
through the day
And all them works that you see go on I and I no mash no corn
Well stumbling block move out the way we've got to make it through the day
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