Lyrics:
gotta keep this Khaled, it's just a freestyle
Fuck rap money, I've made more off crates
Fuck show money, I spent that on drapes
Close the curtains,
those enough
Daily new drama unfold, they popped him over what?
It's so rough, nobody know him, so what?
Ayo the money's close by, homie, show me
felt like there was something better
Even when I had it made
Never respected the job I was doing
Never cared about money but I felt underpaid
Saw so many
all your bills to pay
It's too bad, baby, you might have made your move too soon
I think you might have made your move too soon, girl
Now, look
For your boy
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor
I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors nigga
Money
mama
My daddy commissary made it to commas
Bitch, all my grandmas dead
So ain't nobody prayin' for me, I'm on your head, ayy
Thirty millions later,
He was just an old country doctor
In a little country town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
Though we never saw him frown
As day by day in his
find a job
So they said farewell and stole a small town car.
As they were riding by the beach some summer night
The radio shouted out one of those
All the money and fame, eight by tens
Of the whole Rat Pack inside of a big frame
Collidin' with big names that could've made your career stop
All
Is leaving
(Sacrificed most of our lives)
Home
(We gave her everything money could buy)
She's leaving home after living alone for
(Bye bye)
So
streets
White money made it the only way the hood eat
White money bought land up the hood had
White money sold a gentrified hood pass
Black money do
gotta keep this Khaled, it's just a freestyle
Fuck rap money, I've made more off crates
Fuck show money, I spent that on drapes
Close the curtains,
Lady: Hallo
Kidnapper:
Lady we've just kidnapped your husband
Have $800,000 ready by tomorrow night
And lady no police
Or you'll never see your
Hey Lucy why don't you come and settle down
I hear you're the baddest girl this side of town
Got a little money that I wanna spend
If you'll be
Never had to fit in no lane
Never wore Beats By Dre headphones to get a video made, uh
Bunnyhop validated, pedaling
Hitting wheelies like Chris
a toff
At least my hair is all mine, my teeth are my own,
But everything else is on permanent loan.
Once all my clothes were made by hand,
Now I'm
to the hood
Stop by her momma house, that's if I'm feeling good
Now I need a fifth, time to hit the strip
I'ma hit the club, I'ma buy the VIP
We spending money
get loose, she tryna win
I beat her by the house, or beat her in
There's forty in the couch, I let her spend
When it costly, you better call in
no
Once you made that money, it costs more now
It might cost a lot more than you'd think
I just found a million dollars that someone forgot
It's days
one or two
Three, four, times that Addy, ooh
Made me
The Addy made me, the Addy made me, the Addy made me, look
The Addy made me do it like that,
Uh (huh) yeah, it is what it is
Nah mean? We untouchable, baby
I keep my song in my soul
Blessed my heart and made it go
Tops of our heads
a joke, but it's not that funny
Cheated
Our correspondent made to wait in the lobby
Torn to pieces by three have-a-go bobbies
Young swimmers in these
these days
Soulja Boy, Drake
Oh, we made it
Turn me up just a little bit in the headphone
Worldwide
International
Nigga we made it, aye
We made it
Nigga
'cause her pussy pop
I run it like Nike, we got it on lock
Cash, money, checks, cash
Addy, Birkin, brand new extendos
I just wanna fuck the bitch by
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