Lyrics:
to the rooftop
Come in our world come into our dream shop
It's too long, to wait for your time to come
Come take a drink, whiskey, beer, wine or rum
Come join us
engineers know exactly what I am talking about right now so you know how Horrible of a mix job this must have been
We took what little money we did have
filthy
Man I really want a Richie
Milli
On my wrist 10 speed
Cocky Nigga wit some big greed
Uh
And i really want bandz
Fill up my pants
Making it hard
Mix A.P.C. with the Acne
I got my girl and she ride with her daddy
I gotta get all my shit straight
Makin’ money like I’m Mitch, man
I’ve been workin’
these streets
Through worse or through better health, survivin' by any means
We as Americans, us as a citizen
We as Samaritans, what do we get us in?
The hellraiser
Healing gods w the flavor
Blowing up the spot like I know I can, huh
Everybody gets one like Spider-Man
Why bother man
I'm hotter than yo favorite
need us a bone
Ayy (What?) , ayy (What?)
And I like my money long, ayy
(Oh yeah) , okay
Look, all about money, if it's not money
Don't talk (Ooh, yeah)
turn
Life na story oh
Brother oh
Your turn dey come
I say e dey come
I want to be a big man oh
Ogaraya
Get many money oh
Ogaraya
Make the girls love me
tryna smoke
Plus they already fucked up
Man I can't lie, this a hell of a life
Pocket full of money
It's gonna be a hell of a night
We just smoke
(Tech Nina, let's get it)
Mama told me get it and I did
Make a beautiful livin' for my kids
Man, I'm really in love with my gig
Wasn't always
A Visionist signing off to your brothers and
Sisters Yo, it's been a long run, and to make it Through
Hell You run, like being chased by a gun, the toxins
Hey, man
These fuckin' guys scream all of this shit, huh?
They want us to go out and come back in
And start this fuckin' shit all over again,
look how long it took us
Ballin' with no jumper
Ballin' with no jumper
Ballin' with no jumper
Ballin' with no jumper
Ballin' with no jumper
Ballin' with
the don, bring it on, I’ma hit it all raw
If you failing to ball, don't ball at all
But the money sure came a long way (Uh)
But money just can't buy talent
here
I'm hanging by a thread
11/29 passed 32 is dead
I'll run this back for fun
My wife just had our son
The 42 hour long labour and trauma it brung
It
shit, these niggas is bitch
Pass me a cigarette quick, shit is finna get thick
Your man'll get split by a brutal and critical hit
With identical dents
1 bakin' all of the goodies
Yaii
I'd like thank all the legends that made us
They done died too soon man I wish I could save em
Cuz inspiration cut
we was brought up
Man, these haters just mad they can't stop us
Look, you ain't get no money, just stop it
You ain't gettin' money, cut it
The hood
As a black man
I was taught that it was ok to follow my dreams and
Be able to get to the money through many streams as
Long as I stay off of the radar
Ain't no fuckin order too big
And makin crack like this is the song
You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long
Never cook yo
Ain't no fuckin order too big
And makin crack like this is the song
You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long
Never cook yo
these streets
Through worse or through better health, survivin' by any means
We as Americans, us as a citizen
We as Samaritans, what do we get us in?
it?
Funny what some girls do for money like these bitches are starving cuz
They’re so damn hungry yet have the audacity to call us guys thirsty?
Fake
and bring your ass
home, baby I love you, al long as you got my money
[Pimp see talking:]
You know what I'm saying? It's 199 reits, know what I'm sayin',
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