Lyrics:
If I could grow money on a crop row, we’d be set down in Alabama
Got kids to feed, and livin’ ain’t cheap, and bills won’t pay themselves
There’s two
themselves in the sun
In cascades of melon and lemon
The sparrows flown, God rest her soul
Lavender boys and firework girls
Come arm in arm and song by song
{*scratches*} Non Phixion - slam dance to it
(Verse One)
y'all valley of the dawgs, married to the moms
Fuck carry at the proms sabotage your god with the chron
Marvin Gaye
By noventa seis I was living
In a city adjacent to a couple of places
Leave you black and blue if you be wearing red
Have you spilling red if
Yeah
Found out welts make wit
The shelf make hits
We self-made men (made men)
Stealth pay bills
Few well placed lick
Gotta talk in person
world, shit's real dog
I don't care what you don't feel dog
People countin' on me like chip stacks
And a matter of fact I got bills dog
Doin' B-I,
the light
So every night I praying to God, I'm beggin he make me right
True 'nuff, we gotta be our own man dying ain't part of my plan
I've been broke all
were expensive clotheses
They smell like red roses
Its how the gods chosen and everything I never broke it
I need your heels and dolla bills to be your
blood
Like brothers, like family
And I say damn
Where would you be without me?
Without me
I'm fucking tired of playing God when you in need
cut
It, they're propagating Satan, they're
Propagating the demonic mind
The occultic world and I think it's
A devastating frame on our culture
Yeah,
those are some hard shoes to fill
Especially when the pressure's on and the mic is off
Me and my wife just struggle to pay bills
And keep our son
can't fuck with yo period
I can let you suck my dick tho
[Verse 1]
Bill folds of 20s
Bank rolls of 100s
Body bags of 50s
Yeah I'm out here gettin money
school
And me I was just caught in the moment
Blinded by outer beauty
Fulfilling my inner loneliness
Chasing frivolous booty
The reality is I never met you
the big top
We want y'all to sit back and enjoy
And if y'all get offended
We don't give a shit
Where the hell my dirtbagz at?
Put your hands up, God damn I
it
Tell me fuck you gon' do
When your options fail
A block from hell, bills comin'
And your pockets frail?
You know what the fuck we did
We had rocks
wouldn't kill Bill in a cul-de-sac
With a Uzi, a gat and a shoulder ax, nigga, you Provolone
Nigga, your shoulders fold under the weight
Couldn't hold
bitch ass, nigga
We hold dolla bills round this bitch, holding
Ain't a god damn thang stolen
Big Moe, that's my motherfucking nigga for L-I-F-E
So
jailed
And we still make bills
That's out our pocket
Quarter mill big faces
And it's out of pocket
Gangsters don't rap they low key
When it's time to go
keepin in live
versus those who chase the bread
many rhymes misunderstood
and I stand by every line
and I kept it on the under
don't go snatchin my wine
But I ran into some problem, that was hectic
(What's that?) Her husband came home, unexpected
(Oh shit!) He had to respect it, the god damn Ruger
I'm
passports
"Have a nice flight sir"
This is our chance, he never took a second glance
Am I ready to advance, or live by in a trance
The past thirty years
don't mess with them frauds
Put up or shut up that's skill for the bills
And I'm giving you chills you can't mess with a god
Ooh this is a battle royale
heard you fuck it up to put your bills in check
Daddy never raised you like that
Materialistic like that
Face time you naked on line and
You tell me i got
High blood in a cut, 47 floors up
Engine is a buck, hope you revving yours
I'm important, omnipotent, God
Wizard of Oz just living in charge, it's like
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