Lyrics:
don't stop rappin
TSI got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
8BWe some presidential players, with money by the layers
8BAin't nuthin you broke
repeat that's gluttony
Don't ring my phone less it's cream or about Si
I been going in feel like Wayne on da drought 3
You must be a lame if your brain
, bitches gon look
Flashy classy
For the money we dash
Fuck, pass
How we did it outlast 'em
Cop a Rollie, yes a Rolex
And I pull up on that lil nigga,
Knockin, knockin doors down, showin parts of rhyme
I'ma, I'ma come through and show my wood pine
Knockin, knockin doors down, showin parts of rhyme
jail, I pray to God they overturn his sentence
I got too much money for my mom to work a job, I know she proud now
Sensei to these bitches, when they
the woods
With Nic and Nappy Roots and blazin' that good good
Lord I'ma tell you we're doin' it just right
Got my Playboy bunny right by my side
This is me
they say it's just a phase
Uh uh, I'ma lil bit more than that
Shawty I'm so hot I'ma make
You bring your oven back
And I'm fly, call me Firebird Pontiac
make a big chunk and I chop it down to particles
and sell a part to you, get this money is what I'ma do, ooh
A tall dawg call me momma-do ooh, from
cutthroat like that, nigga, I got it out the mud
That's on gang
(Keise On Da Track)
MO-motherfuckin'-3
Down by the river (that river)
That's where I
rich by the summer
All these blues in my pocket like I robbed the bank
We the big three, me, Glock, and Paper Route Frank (yeah)
All these pussy-ass
hable de nah si no son de nah
Negro what the fuck
Mannin es one shot directo a la face
Tirando billetes
Me siento Lil wayne
Rebota su booty lo pongo
, bitches gon look
Flashy classy
For the money we dash
Fuck, pass
How we did it outlast 'em
Cop a Rollie, yes a Rolex
And I pull up on that lil nigga,
Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part
Tate
Skinny ass lil nigga, looking like he Lil Wayne
I'm a fucking goat nigga, like I'm Lil Wayne
That lil nigga hungry as fuck, he want a chicken wing
Mar7ba bk f domaine
La kenti nta Lil Wayne ana Kurt Cobain
Koulchi kit7al liya man ana b7al bo3ayn
W ba9i ma3refti chkayn w lblan ra bayn
Ana ngoullek
through Tunechi?"
Bitch, come through, we through
And I'ma go plum dumb in it
And we all need fruit she said, "Babe
You so crazy and I'm your crazy glue"
telling me your money childish
Running this shit in the open no relay
I need that money no time for no delay
Lil buddy sweet I'ma call him a cheesecake
Just
got the gat on me
You know what I'm saying?
And it ain't like I'm trying to be a tough guy
Or trying to make people think I'm crazy
By sayin' all
see when I bleed cause we got different brains
Different dreams
You want me act like Bruce
But I'm a lil and those are different Wayne's
Different names
hard
Frauder than a credit card scam
Glock 17 got a clear clip
See the bullets
That fly at ya ham
Got 40 rounds fuck
A Russian roulette
I'ma buy 3 guns
When you left I lost a part of me
It feels so hard to believe
Come back baby because we belong together
Who else am I gone lean
On when times get
Millionaires in this muthafucka
My nigga be -32
My nigga B.G. is here
My nigga Lil Wayne, my nigga Lil Turk
My nigga Mannie Freezie
Fuck it, nigga
Down
my nigga Wayne say
And you know, for Pete's sake
Nigga, the boy Denzel Curry gotta do what it take
To get that motherfuckin' money and that
guap with me
Oversize rocks chilling in my cool chain
Louis Vuitton, homie, down to the shoe string
Got money everywhere like Bruce Wayne
I got my arm,
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