Lyrics:
up on some bread"
Don't get it twisted for shit, see I be mashin' on my own mission
Never dreamin' or wishin' the money that I'm missin'
I heard
(Uh huh)
And I'm, stickin', to it (Uh huh)
(2 Chainz) And I'm, stickin', to it (Uh huh)
And I'm, stickin', to it
Velcro, I'm sticking to it, hatin',
(Uh huh)
And I'm, stickin', to it (Uh huh)
(2 Chainz) And I'm, stickin', to it (Uh huh)
And I'm, stickin', to it
Velcro, I'm sticking to it, hatin',
rapper
Who swears he's makin' records
That's what they said whenever
I would walk by i never tripped though
Always kept my head up high
Eventually I knew
the world and make it cum hard
Yeah, you boys is washed up
And I'm shittin' on 'em like two girls and one cup
Weezy Baby AKA bring the money home
Pull out
One for the money yes uhh two for the show
A couple of years ago on Headland and Delowe
Was the start of somethin good
Where me and my nigga rodes
never been as broke as me, I like that
Now we're makin' this money, gotta get it while I can
When I was young I had two pair of Lees (besides that)
Skid Row Joe
Last night that's who I found in the dirty part of town
Lost forgotten with no place to go
Tormented with a bitter taste outcast by
on a mission, always grind over play Wakin' up another day, another dollar
If it ain't about money, then why bother? Everybody want a piece of the pie
But most
Skid Row Joe
Last night that's who I found in the dirty part of town
Lost forgotten with no place to go
Tormented with a bitter taste outcast by
the ceiling missin'
Feelin' like 2 Chainz, bitch, I'm different
(Huh, RPo)
Bout my money like my first name was Benjamin
Shot to his face, I Damien Lillard him
pancakes with extra syrup
Whatever y'all put up, I double that
Stapleton is where I hustle at, 2-12 is where I bubble at
Yeah, I'm talkin' money-wise, you
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Tahj Money)
Brr, we on (for real, for real)
NLE Choppa (we on)
They know we on
Woah, woah (brr)
Straight up
Thug
we could jump 'em and check em, by sprayin' techs at these fools
Make it to trial, you don't win, indirectly you lose
You bad, makin' that move, your
snatched
I can do it by myself, I go do it by myself
You won't do it by yo' self, put a nigga on a shelf
Put a nigga on a rack
It ain't nun to go
' a record
Makin' the moves and connections that you never expected
What good is money and the fame if you never respected
Check it out
You know, who's
listened,
I'm always on this money makin' mission,
Sold a car an a truck in Oakland fo that Lex,
Jock loaned me five an I was rollin' that bitch.
[Busta Rhymes]
Remember the days when I was walking and talking
Doing what I gotta do, doing what we want to do
Off into my walked dawn missions
to come up off of me
You need to go get it, by yourself and stand up on your own two feet
Look at me I'm star-studded, all because I punch that clock
out of your basement
He let us hit the weed on occasion for entertainment
Then he would leave us at the house and go out on a mission
We probably
a blunt as I focus on another spliff
I hit the reefer as I
Start to think and reminisce
Money's the mission so my
Competitions sure to die
And if these
the game I play 2 win
Live on Nawfside in a bando in a BANDEMIC makin' bands
I done seen all kinda shit, I been blocced by many hoes
Niggas be hatin
The future of our next generation, they been established
Conflicted by some of the same patterns that had us
Money and social status, tell me what really
makin' this money, this how it goes my nigga
Rollin' and blowin' it by the O, my nigga
Sippin' and smokin', that's how I get it in motion
Smokin'
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