Lyrics:
Sex, money, drugs yeah we grew up in it
See how I'm livin'
Alcohol sipping
Money I'm getting theres colonies in the kitchen
Dope in the writtens
leave me 'lone
I told her, "make it wobble for me, I'ma make a song"
I ain't post her on my story, that my lil' partner jawn
It's your money in
Davis clean wit the money feel like im Ace
Im running to the bank you running in place
These niggas be hating these bitches be shady
She say im the one
of us zombies over here, lil' buddy
All of us robbin' 'cause we love your money
Got our own money, but we love your money
Crack a nigga's head wide
a lil' blue in my tint
West Indian thing just flew in this bitch
Hold a lot together, I'm the glue of this shit
On the same ol' thing nun' new in this
take lil' bank
Every day spillin' up drank (drank)
She want the whole crew, shawty brave (brave)
When the money talks, what is there to say? (Just say
But they really just cap
Yeah the king came back
-dash fast, like flash
Brother keep one in his bag
Money stash,
$100 tip on the tab
All claps
Bank
fast, like flash
Brother keep one in his bag
Money stash,
100 dollar tip on the tab
All claps
Bank flooding call it aquacash
That's facts
The greatest
girl said she tryina get her ass fatter
Long as it’s natural ion like plastic, get all the money and wrap it in plastic
Put the whole team on my back
stole me a bag, I don't give a fuck
I ain't from West L.A., yeah, Sip-swap the RIT for fun, yeah
I'm in the bank with a T-Mobile Twizy, I lay this money
the rabid villain, and I'm so high
Smokin' freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and Shug
And my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood
Where I live at,
truck
And I'm full of American pride
I keep a Bible on my table
I got a flag out on my lawn
And I don't believe in mindin'
No one's business but my
Any given Sunday
Willy beamin
Scheming
Plotting on a come up lil nigga
My goons fiending
Hit him wit a dose of the choppa
Leave him leaning
In my zone
don't know who we are
If money was like cookies then I'd have it by the jar
Six figures in my bank account
Money I don't play about
Used to be a lover
huh)
Gang bangin', you got opps beefin' through computers (you can tell, huh)
Every man addiction, buy it by the pints
See your face when I be in it,
and drank, and count that money
We just smoke and drank, and count this money
In a clean 2 seater with the top chopped off
On some real nigga shit
We are not
hit a 3 like I’m AD
I’m from LA where it’s fuck you pay me
It’s Bigg Bank Buddha in this bitch lil baby
I’m from LA where these bitches go crazy
Step
shit in my body
Bitch, I'm the kid
I don't even know karate
Lil Wayne, how you love?
I get high, man, I get a buzz
Skinny jeans on, man, I feel a thug
a vibe I float thru the ceiling
I ride to Lil Wayne cause this shit got no ceilings
No break in the car they know that I'm driven
Won't ever be perfect but
Man, what's up with these niggas out here
Mad at us cause we on top
I love to see niggas getting money
Better get it while the getting is good
MONEY BITCH
Never get his shit back
Play that Lil Uzi
That shit slap
Feel like I'm swag surfin'
Like Lil Wayne
Play that new Spiderman
Save Mary Jane
This
eatin
Yea extra toppins
Bang my line she want me to drop in
Cute lil bitch had to fuck from the front
Grab a hand full of hair cuz she ain’t no punk
know that by now
But everywhere you go you hear me
That's why your upset right now
Bought a Phantom and a Lamb
But I'm in my vette right now
I raped
Wayne put out 500 Degreez
You want a show bro you gonna have to pay me
Don't leave the whip until I get my money
You know that's all I believe
We in this
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