Lyrics:
dance, last chance to take the pain
A deep cut, underfoot and through the vein
Right time, end in sight for royal reign
A strange brew, revenue the only
Can't pay your bills on that streamer
revenue, wish you flew to the moon,
1 Shot, 2 Shot, Now you're down,
on the ground, GFuel by the Pound,
Run
know I don't
Rich nigga rituals, Royce Royces and residuals
Residue in my residence, revenue was so plentiful
Rumors Rozay still be runnin' with all
Elle en a vu de toutes les douleurs
Elle est revenue de tant de combats
Elle a tellement tendu son cœur
Là où d'autres ont baissé les bras
Elle
Emotional debt, I owe a few
But I owe myself the most revenue
Don’t got time to sit around
I do, but what’s the point
Play my cards different now
Got new
I'm Certified
(da-da-da-da-da-da)
That's the name
Certified Foreign
I'm certified, I'm certified
(A bitch want to beef, ask her what's her revenue
give me all paper
Cuz the flow Godly and I sleep hardly
Putting old hunnits behind the wall paper
Revenue revenue dividend dividends
We dealers baby so
Same shit different day bitches makin Ass shake
I came thru i came to ball increase my Revenues to play
See u flexing for ya bitch but this dat Old
come true
A sunny haven from the inland revenue
Hot nights in Paris a chance to dance
Since I signed up I've been living in a trance
Running up
I'm about to preach
Knockin doors down pimp c
Revenue Hef stack a g
This really real on the mic
This really real on the mic
All these boyz wanna hate
Let's hear, DOUBLE
Is the new revenue,
Read what's on the menu.
I've been this already
Never knew what they do
Am not tryna be rude,
I just
there below it
If they smoke it I'll grow it supply the demand and she blow it
Ad revenue made me dough it
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
6 years of YouTube my
Ridge beat goes on
There's corn mash cooking in the still tonight
Those revenue men better keep out of sight
The whiskey's free and the moon shines
keep it cool
Made you revenue
Baby, what's the move? (What's your move?)
Don't give up on your purpose
In the strip club, but you're still workin'
song
I brought my niggas along
I brought my daddy too
Mel Mel forever good
She think like her daddy do
Countin' the revenue
When you split the pie up it
ain't nothing new
I see some people who still worried about my revenue
I'm eating good you wish you could don't worry about my food
And niggas hating
You to scared to ask for revenue
Don't find out to much or they will find you
Hard to run from your own shadow
So you know
Whistle blown
Castle
boring cool and wholesome
Demand is such an urgent hand
I buy myself the outcome
A little more
Lights on the avenue
Lies are my revenue
I flip off what I
Vera y'aura des abeilles eh
Mi amor t'et revenue dans le quartier nord eh eh
Va s'y j'arrive je te mitraille des balles
Eh chui avec le Mister ta
Yo bitches I will screw
I told ha I would get to ha
You know Ill follow through
Count this revenue
This is my point of view
I don't want that dirty ho
and Pateks
It's hard to steer the traffic, stuck in the ghetto with fiends
Where selling dope was my only revenue stream
My double cup forever dirty (Pour
Hold it now tell a few, legitimate
We loaded, for revenue, let's get this shit
And split this shit for three days, count it three ways
Nigga fuck what
So before it's too late
I get my priorities straight
I choose the music over you
I choose the bars over you
And given the choice
I choose the revenue
put two to rest
Wiped out with lights out, two to the chest
Hold it now tell a few, legitimate
We loaded for revenue, let's get this shit
And split
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