Lyrics:
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Last year man I made more money than I ever made in my life
Granted, it wasn't really that much cause we never had
you (with you)
Are here no more
We had some good days but
I know this for sure
No days go by, that I'm not thinking of you
And no way can I,
a good time
I want to party with you
She said she got a couple friends for my friends
And they just flew in for the weekend
Classy, diamond filthy rich
say they trap (uh, uh) not like my team
And if you're looking for me you can find me in the streets
Money and beef, money and beef
And if you're
the same thoughts in my younger days
Sit down with me for a second - let me holla at you)
Younger days - I'm a man but I'll admit that I still got some
to pay for my school
I got to lot to produce
That's why I'm trapped in this booth
It's only a matter of time before I get hit with the cancel culture
Fuck
then I would hear
I say thank you to my conscience for getting me out of this
I know we’ve had our differences but if there’s anyone I miss then it’s you
went out of my way on holiday to get shit for you
Every country we went to
Let me remind you that it was four
Five fucking flights
And a sixth to get
she good, this bitch, tryna get' cracked
Ayy, I'm on a rush
Lookin for some love I'm on the run
On my mind, freaky bih, look like she wanna cry
I said,
fosho
I ain't tell you about the money, in case you fake if you see dough
It don't matter how far we gon' go
If you by my side for the while, we gon'
proud's my first
Moneys up there but I gotta learn
Reach for it and now my arm burns
I work so hard what will I get in return
I'm thinking business
Make
as hell
You know them racks good came up off clientele
She used to come shop for her nigga
Now she by herself
Gucci spritz bought a brand new fit
Just
and fall. Them air Jordans nonslip I got a good grip and the money keep coming real quick.
Ask yourself who runs Southwest Florida, me that’s all, see you
Following the fakies
People gonna want
Want the Royalty me
This song is kinda punk
To the hip hop mainstream
Making money fly
In my bank just for me
Royal if
Look a fool once told me that money can't buy happiness
I must beg to differ getting money feel immaculate
And it ain't just the money my nigga it's more
Never fell off but I'm back on my feet
Said we ain have a shot but it looks good to me
Im followed by zero like I never been beat
I'm never coming down
the specs
Smoking on Keisha why these niggas pressed get you some money that's what I suggest nigga these pull ups aint good for nopecs been fully gutter
smoking hella weed
Blowing trees
demolition day
Now I never stop, need more money up in my
tray
I don't kick around, this not kid and play
Slow it down, I
Still wondering how you could (you could)
I treated you so good (so good)
Did it make you feel powerful?
Something to die for (hey, hey)
Something
it was Capricorn, Virgo, Aquarius, Cancer, Leo, Sagittarius, Pisces, Libra, Scorpio, Aries, Gemini, Taurus, Let 'em die for it.
I was chewing my
venetian paintings make her centerfold
yea she good for the vibes I cant let her go
melanin on my skin yea the rich ness
swerving haters bitch I do that
face
And now you know that i want to take you
Give me the time you can name the place
Call me honey, you can take my money
Maybe we can make a deal
your face
And now you know that I want to take you, give me the time you can name
the place
Call me honey, you can take my money, baby we can make
not really lookin' (Mmm)
Just came to have a good time (I'm not)
Don't wanna get too serious (No, hey)
That's not what's on my mind (Not what's on my
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