Lyrics:
and nobody gone see shit
Hit the purple main up, man I need a complete zip!
And if I catch you anywhere I can hit, you gettin' ripped
I had to meet her
from
That 30-round clip, fuck all that playin'
You know where I came from
Chevy Impallas and Regals, man
23 Bricks in a speaker, man
You know where I
help
You can buy us pints of blood
You can buy us oxygen
But you can't buy the ability to keep breathing
The world is no man's
Whether Greek, Hebrew
gon' turn into a martyr
She gon' keep her phone on silent
Smoke a blunt on the balcony, man I feel just like a pilot
When you at home stackin' money
thief, I'm just trying to eat
Man fuck the police and president (Georgia) Bush
So what happened to the levees, why wasn't they steady
Why wasn't they
I been trynna teach em how to trap
But they ain’t been listening
Speaking on a game that they don’t know
Like play by play from the trap via Sal
You don't know, if you don't know by now
You better tell him 'bout it
What you gonna tell him bout it?
Yeah, yeah
Ten toes to the dirt
Pencil
the bull by the horns
One man's enemy is another man's friend
One man's poisons is another man's medicine
So let us stand, let us sit and let us view
(Enrgy made this one) what up, Enrgy?
What up, Lil Boat? Shit, alright
I got long money, bitch
Ain't nobody give me shit, I
Got my own money, bitch
Get from 'round me
Get from 'round me
Get from 'round me (Jha Jha's in this muh' fucka)
Get from 'round me
I'm the definition of, half lady
Money, I'm paid (blast off on these niggas)
I got money on the drank
And half on the dank
(The greatest DJ in the world, east side)
Yeah, thank god
with me that's my blood brother
Two pints of P's on us so we mud brothers
My life's a gangsta movie man I love colors
I'm in a red Bentley Brookland
Yea, still putting on for the team
Money come and go family over everything
Believe none of what u heard and half of what u seen
We still here still
low key
Never shine like the summertime grind like a slow dance stunting in a Hummer line blind by the money all I'm looking at is dollar signs
Shoot
lit, I will blow out your candle
My man touchin' kis, he don't play no piano
No, that's what everybody say
Hey, I've been that nigga, by the way
I've
a hundred
Granny taught me, take these pints
Go get some money eight-fifty for a cutie
Im selling onions
I ain't getting deep into it
You know the numbers
Love talks to everyone
Love talks to everyone
Love talks to everyone, money talks more
Love talks to everyone, money talks more
Love talks
sign
Less autographs the more
Fans that you meet
If you had a lot of money you'd
Lose it all in a minute
Bet it all at Vegas lose half and
Still think
you got on, oh my Lord
You say you'll never be tied down
You're very sexual
You say you can't be with one man
They'll never let you go
Out with
I was saved by the food saver ain't waitin' on no man
That money machine get to fuckin' up I count it bare hands
Everybody got bands until it's time
blowing up hot like a nuke
My white boys copping by the two's
Time running out, what you about to do
Me and that money so fucking locked in, man our
of logic is
That? It don't make sense
Whatever happened to judging a man
By his own actions
Instead of assumin' that he's like
The others he's matching?
It's
be movin' the tan rock
That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot
Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot
Drive-by on a rat, you
'em
We always solve 'em, like
Man, it's kinda crazy thinking about it though
Like so much has happened yo, and I mean shit, by the time y'all are
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