Lyrics:
plant the CAKE in my jeep
so ill be skippin cities 7 states in aweek
cant a muthafucka breathin tell me i cant eat
show me the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY
trip
Make my own chips, I cop my own 6
I knock my own shit like I'm on my own dick
My days is short, need coke?
Raid the fort, don't knock by
Fat money G's, big T, reminisce 'em 'G'
[Chorus:]
Time and Time again, as I pick up the pen,
As my thoughts emerge, these are those words,
Time
Niggas be everlasting
Where Mr. G gone blaze the weed
Until I'm dead and gone off in my casket
[Chorus]
Now take a trip in my 'Lac with me
We can
stand by
And they got a place in my heart
Couple brothers I’d die for
And they all know who they are
Real friends, I count those on one hand
I’ll half my
9 o'clock sharp she bust it open
Pockets splurgin' like a surgeon
Every time she hit my phone it's urgent
Pay no mind, I ignore it
Money on my phone
than Cheetah - Vruum
Flyin like Peter across the room
Speed up, speed up
Shorty ain’t G-d up, G-d up
She just been talking the nina like Nina, cutting
when old
Never back down
Dippin’ all my chains in gold
Till I splash out
Money, mansions, cars, and boats
Till I cash out
Like a nigga hit the lotto
Like
Carter's straight
I then ran through the Florida State
I got money, drugs
Hoes in every part of the state
My Miami hideaway ocean view will catch you
I bring
lean, lean)
A pint will cost you 'bout a G (Codeine)
Don’t call it pint, just call it P (PT’s)
F on my rims, I’m in the D (I'm in Detroit)
Don’t F'
wit my boys dealin' dope gettin' high
Crackers tryin' to give me time, and we ain't talkin' 5
Niggas talk fly so that pistol by my side
My baby
Uptown New Orleans is where them thugs gonna find me
Rolling with those head bustas
My niggas splitting wigs
A couple fucking G's nigga it can get did
go to vlive
I dont want no vlive
Jay fives dats on my feet na
She just wanna eat my money wit ha fucking teeth (Ha ha ha)
Crackhead bitch she want some
bo in '95
Ridin wit my boys deallin dope gettin high
Crackers tryin to give me time, and we ain't talkin 5
Niggaz talk fly so dat pistol by my
on the stamps like me
But I grew up wanting to be rich so I made a little wish
Damn my Mama going to be pissed
When she find out I'm a g
When she find out I'm a g
bag it, tag it, move this product by the pound
Break it down, this the anthem
Gucci, Louis, blue notes in my pocket, pay me and some
This shit gettin'
a droptop Rolls (yeah)
Shoutout to my gang, that's bro, ain't got no friends, just foes
Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code
Nigga, I put money over
Space coupe in a lane when I swerve
Baby you whallin you get on my nerves
I just want pussy and money
I want some big blue face hunnids yeah yeah
I
and frank are about to rob a bank
Please tell me I’m getting prank
No money
Always down to my knee
Praying that somebody
Will give me a good story
To tell
a gluttonous syndrome
They say im never satisfied cuz I always want more
Spent my on money drugs, now im sleeping on your floor
Sauce drip nip slip pulling up
scenes
So I advise you not to fuck wit' 'em
G-O-R-R-I-double-L-E
It's levels to this shit like my nigga Meek say
DJ Khaled, look
I said all these
a gangster, got pardoned by Trump
But I'm still out here bustin' my gun
Even Poof say he seen a lil' bitch
On my soul, I believe in Lil Crix
And I hate I
Send me a rack if you make mistake
Sorry for that gotta keep up my plate
She think I'm in love by the way that I date
But money agenda you tell by my
a chicken wing
I eat em one by one, good clean fun
No need to bring a gun, come and get some
Of this lovable, hugable, my skills are so incredible
Stay
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