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10's 20's 50 and 100s
You better keep making money
Your future is waiting
So go get that money
Uh Uh
Hold Up
Can't fuck with me
Made it outta
95 the speed got you shook
Bad bitch make you take a second look
Don’t need your help I do it by the book
Ocean view, blue skies
The grass is greener
I was seventeen, just getting started
Every weekend was a non-stop party
Chasing girls and cruising town
It was nightclubs all through my 20's
alone with no one to love, staying at home with no one to trust. This ain't enough, this love is too much.
My 20's are gone, damn. I spent too much time.
Electric Company backed up
By Schoolhouse Rock, shit
Didn't have no bills then
But now I got bills
Seems like I'm only a bill
And livin' only for skrill
I
way
Long story short he saw a commercial that said that
The 20's are the prime of your life
But that doesn't seem to be true at this moment
To keep food in my tummy
Tha ghetty ghetty green
On them 20's ridin' clean
Cause paper chasin'
Just I'm like a fiend
It's yo boy Project Pat
Never
10s 20s 50s 100s yea imma run it up need a calculator
Now im biting down like a alligator ill see you later
Im gone see you later
This life is a mind
that, the kick back
Freeze up like water
PA 1-5 nigga, like to stay high nigga
Hoes call me first class
Cause I stay fly nigga
I'm known to skate by nigga
addicted when it's spitted, well kid I'm working
Trunk on wave, just like a white boy serving
20's be hurting, when I hit the curb slow
Make sure next year,
Got me in it like all night
Posted up selling that hard white
Got me in it like all night
Posted up selling that soft white
Got me in it like all
show me
I throw all my ones nd i keep all tha 20s
I spend all tha 50s i keep all the 100s
Ikno that they cappin they ainr got no money
This shit is
it back
Yous a super hero girl bag it back
Man I keep the clug action packed
Ballas flossin throw up ya stacks(throw it up)
But no 10's and 20's
ass pointers bitch (huh)
Got 20's and 50's, my hunnids they blue (whoa)
And I'm way too talented to do shit for no bag (whoa)
Fuck OSM, he went out sad
straight loud
Pack em by the dubies
Multiply em by the 20s
Lavi3 sellin out, gotta 100 of them (do da math
keep em coming
Lavi3 gang gang yeah we up now yeah
bout a drop Bentley
I said fuck it when
Throw that bitch 30 shots
Balling so hard, I could probably dunk
50 bands on me dummy
Got 20's on you, that's
drip and i flex
I finesse
Diamonds on my neck they by vvvs
I got pneumonia i need a check up
Bad bitch on me, give that neck up
She wanna fuck cause I’m
Rolie on, it's glistenin', and my darling, kissin'
Niggas steady trippin' so I'm steady grippin'
Dirty money on me, got a scale up on me
I don't fuck
nigga I ain't finish (No)
I can tell by your look that you timid (Timid)
The shit that you wish yeah I did it (Ey)
I'm living my life in the 20s
This
To keep food in my tummy
Tha ghetty ghetty green
On them 20's ridin' clean
Cause paper chasin'
Just I'm like a fiend
It's yo boy Project Pat
Never
me Dennis
Peeling back them green 20's looking like its lettuce
Tryna cross the border but they won't let us
So I'm a build a buzz so we got some
I'm glidin' on nothin', when I ride I be skatin',
I pull up swervin' on niggas they don't be tryin' they be hatin'
They only ridin' on 20's
They
for this
Booze stuck, had nowhere to go
Now we kick a bitch's shit, up 20's on the floor
Tryna go up our route, invest in the trough
Nigga get in my
I had 22 dreams last night
And you were in 21
The last one I saved for myself
Just to save my soul
I got this scene by a fireplace
I lose control
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