Lyrics:
Rapper by day, but I'm a dad by night
You can have all the money, but your time finite
Uh, yeah, you know we doin' it right
Family over everything's
to make a stand, to put your heart in greater hands,
from your skin, to your core,
Let light, and love, come rushing through the door.
VERSE 3:
Sisters,
really is." [Jack Scagnetti:] "Don't get me started, okay, warden? Don't get me started." [Dwight McClusky:] "Dwight, you call me Dwight."
[Jack
the state champ years
A broke down store, live bait, cold beer
That old brick church, with three feet of waterworks
That old gravel lot full of four by
'Cause the hips don't lie, baby
Drop down, look suh you know I need to know
'Cause you keep telling me your love ain't free, babe
Said, baby, I-I-I
love is ya problem
Nothin can solve it
When love is the problem
Money can't solve it
When love is ya problem
Nothin can solve it
When love is ya problem
ain't worry bout nothin'
I ain't worry bout jack
Got a hunna bloods with me
All 'em screaming "Ratta tat tat"
Money bout longer than a 'Lac
Young stoner
gave her my time for two or three nights
Then I put it on pause until the moment was right
I went away for months until our paths crossed again
She
of the Sun, we rocking these comics
Better beware, spiritual warfare
Spread the love
Northern and southern hemisphere
Black Eyed Peas took it
Out
got him feenin' with they pipes out
Let's ride out and reminisce on them days
When dey used to jack tourists everyday in Dade
That's how J-T Money
But this is where I'm from
3-2-1 I can't cum
No other way
No way, no how
You know the bowwow do it Long Beach style
To the fullest young nigga
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
dream or a beautiful nightmare
Somebody pinch me, your love's too good to be true (turn the lights on)
My guilty pleasure, I ain't going nowhere
Baby,
He packed up his guitar
And drove Wednesday through Sunday
And sometimes played three shows a day
The modern lone rider, he dreamed of Ohio
matted
Bitch, never left but I'm back at it
And I'm feelin' myself, jack rabbit
Feelin' myself, back off, 'cause I'm feelin' myself, jack off
Heard he
Sheesh
Just a week ago
Everything was sweet
I'm losing close friends
Money ain't shit
I'm sick of greed
I lit the weed then I crack the bottle
you love
Now, life ain't worth livin'
If you ain't wit' the one you love
Now, you three times seven
You know what you wanna do
Now, the day that
scrubbin' floors like Cinderella
No glass slipper, pass me the mic, I go Jack The Ripper
I'm sicker than COVID-20, fuck all the money
I'm doin' it how I've
stomach by his thighs, nothin survives
And as far as the coke, 20 bricks month and supply
And as far as the dope, plenty chips come and say "Hi"
Drop 3
the letters
Murder I-N-see fucka, we go together, Lord
When you see the pink hair the Inc. here
Fuck - we can do it mixtape or dubbed
And by the underground
Stop smilin', and still don't nothin' move but the money
(Leavin' permanent scars, like getting splashed on the island)
Stop smilin', but still
spit my money flow
Pullin up with chocolate fe's and redbonnnes (ohh yeah)
[Twista + (Johnny P)]
One two three
You ain't never seen no motherfucker
And you've still got it in your drawer, even now
Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze
We're singing in the car, getting lost upstate
Autumn leaves
to me
You look good by yourself but look better when you're movin' with me
Take them shots 'til the bottle empty
Let's this money, girl don't tempt me
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