Lyrics:
eat too
Cartier buffs on I'm barely seeing you
They get to acting funny when you boost yo revenue
I'm on some comme Des garçon the only heart I got
She
making moves
To be thinking about you ‘cause
That’s just what I do
They been hating ‘cause I got the juice
I been thriving on my revenue
Do it all
Boys in blue, boys in blue
Be careful who you talking to
Boys in blue, boys in blue
Boys in blue, boys in blue
Puppets of the Government
Chasing revenue
shoes
Gonna feel fucking amazing when I make uncomprehend able revenues
Yea new avenues
I want ya'll to hate me
So when I succeed, you can't debate me
tell him that his head is a mess
What a guy, he's so great
He can do it all, or so they say
What a guy, he's so cool
Doesn't even brag about his revenue
revenue
Then maybe we can chill, pull up, off Grady avenue
I can show you what this magnum do
I'm having beef with my publicist
She said you don't ever go
I just blew my revenue on this woman
Here baby hold onto my wallet
Grabbing the Visa right out my back pocket
I saw you my eyes fell right out their
pick up the slack
And make sure you make bail
Ahhh
She far from regular
Yahhh
She get the revenue
God gon keep on blessing you
I know that I be stressing
wie ein Teleskop
Ich bin in den Brick getreten trage Cinderella Shoes
Revenue sitzt im Vacant House und zählt sein Revenue
Der Fiend nimmt das Razor und
larmes
T'es revenue et je t'ai follow la dif nous affecte pas
Sur la prod ca vibe en solo je voulais le faire avec toi
Sur la prod ca vibe en solo je
I PUT MY BITCH ON A PEDESTAL, SHE AINT REGULAR
ALMOST THOUGHT I LET THE DEVIL IN, PUSSY INCREDIBLE
WHEN SHE AINT ON DEMON TIME, SHE GETTING REVENUE
5.56
I I I've got money on my mind ooh
I I I've got money on my mind ooh
?
I've gotta get that to them
Revenue is dreamin' and you know i'm
J'ai eu tort, je suis revenue dans cette ville au loin perdue
Où j'avais passé mon enfance
J'ai eu tort, j'ai voulu revoir le coteau où glissait le
that line, let it fly about that
Anybody know me
Know that I ain't lying about that
Matter fact (we bout that motherfucking)
Currency and revenue, all
J'ai eu tort, je suis revenue dans cette ville au loin perdue
Où j'avais passé mon enfance
J'ai eu tort, j'ai voulu revoir le coteau où glissait le
demons
Listen while I'm spitting boy, you probably won't believe it
But life is so terrific, tell them pinch me if I'm dreaming
Revenue's what I get
And I'm feeling like the world's at my neck
When your revenue's sufficient you just work for respect
Every verse every breath your Dollar woes is adios
revenue
Any which part inna you scheme
Nah have u know
Say some likkle fleas dem back
Off an nah bother u
Steal inna your face dem fi
Suck dem mother too
Franklin County moonshine is all you care about
You've got those orders comin' in and moonshine goin' out
If a revenue man ever hears about this boy
and all the tinkers men
Don't you pay that spirit tax, your still he's sure to mend
You can follow me to Pittsburgh, follow me to jail Your revenue men can
gettin' revenue
But you put money over loyalty, unacceptable
Used to have to throw hands right after school
Was born a real nigga, that's my greatest
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
on the revenue
When I'm stunting, I always end up falling
Life's a court I'm out of bounds, I always think I'm balling
All these people screw me over, gates up
the stick on metro keep it boomin
You know how I do top revenue
I'm with the gang I'm with the crew
Flip Benji frank hunnids all blue
Recount in the safe
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