Lyrics:
Tennessee lamb
And we can walk together
Down in Dixieland
Down in Dixieland
We hit all the hotspots
Hey, my money flowed like wine
'Til the lowdown
time
It's nothing personal I would have done it to anyone
And I blame where I came from
And I blame all my day ones
You know Chubbs like Draymond
Don't put no headstone on my grave
All my life, I've been a slave
Want the whole wide world to know
Here that I'm the man that loved you so
focused cause the money comes first,
but my real life situations i throw em in the verse
that's the formula of the truth its more than what
i do im
Down in the place where I call home
I've been workin' my fingers to the bone
Pickin' white gold, pickin' white gold
All day long in Louisiana sun
Gotta do what I gotta do, yeah)
All my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where-
Tuition is handled by some
I know that the clubs
Are weapons of war
I know that diamonds
Mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
I've always played
With No Faith
In Any Female Thats Askin What I Was Earnin
I Met This Recent Lady
She Knew A Piece Of Sadey By Spinners
I Guess In My Southern Eyes That
shit is wearin' me out
I used to hide my pain in Delilah behind the bar 'til my niggas carried me out
And if money's all I need in my grave, then bury
'cause shit get spicy
She on Demon Time, I get her a timepiece
Patek, niggas not lit, not like me
Can't get nothin' by me, my mind is 2090
¿Qué lo
turnt 'til my knob is off
Give her my love, nigga, not at
All, nigga, not at all, you know
She said
"All I'm ever good for is sex and money"
Di-dick
Your admirers on the street
Gotta hoot and stamp their feet
In the heat from your physique
As you twinkle by moccasin sneakers
And I thought my
not
Niggas really be pretending boosting about the shit they got
Say they balling must be hooping flashing all them lil nots
Man That’s only play money
then, I'll spend my money up right down to my last dime
Callin' Baton Rouge
Operator, won't you put me on through
I gotta send my love down to Baton
and raised by savages (savages, savages)
And I was trained, just to go chase the cabbages, ayy
Damn, my hand got calluses
You too old when you fuck up need
a trick
Ohhh money you my honey, she says without her I can't be rich
All the fun we have together, I keep you in my pocket
Its so much of you I share
different head space, you making money? Well that's great
I got no interest in talking to people that I know are two faced
Too fake, get outta my face, woo
It's the way you call me by another guy's name,
When I try to make love to you.
Work so hard I couldn't unwind,
Get some money saved.
Abuse my love
was my hoop shorts
And then I went on tour and recorded a song on your tour bus
And that was '08, that's the first time I met Drake
When I hit your
look
I bring up money, they change up the topic
I got a 19 and it fold in my pocket
She gave me her number, now I gotta block it
I'm mixin'
raw, smoke it out the jar
This Drake do a lot of dirty work, hittin' all my opps
In striker mode 200 on the dash, hittin' all these blocks
I just made
out of sand
I wanna be your money man
My mortgage is picked up by the band
I wanna be your money man
The boys, oh they're sleepin' out in the van
creature
They wasn't hearin' me 'til I fucked with a Brainfeeder
I'm still playin' it out the same speakers
I did it all without a Drake feature
So
walkin to New Orleans
You used to be my honey
Till you spent all my money
No use for you to cry
I'll see you by and by
'Cause I'm walkin' to New
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