Lyrics:
getting cash
And that's how we knew
Ay, pick a side, little homie
You ready, you flew
And Martin Luther King, he had a dream
Rosa Parks made him walk, but
on your head get you popped for free
You ain't touching me
Cuz my goons is off a bean
Pockets is heavy they keep trying to copy
But be just be moving this
want no savings bonds
Have the money ready, I smell something fishy
Your wife's in my custody
One false move and you'll find her body in the sea
That's
breakin da levies
Y’all bitch niggas ain’t ready
Name hold weight, We Heavy
(Y’all niggaz cappin)
We did it already
Dats hoe that you lovin we hit it
Came in this thang by my lonesome
Sticking on a pill yeah I'm on sumthn
Tell the bartender make one more run
I ain't turning down til 4 sumthn
20
can put some Badu on the stereo
And take drive
Just tell me where to go
I'm by your side
Just know I love you
You need to vent?
Your money spent?
Your
on the yay
Your people make a G day, you ain't rich
You just ok
I take the stand under oath and lie
Before I snitch on my clique, I'll fry
Or watch time go by
real in the land, stayed down since the plan
It ain't a group it's just me, I get it in by my lonely
Fuck if you feel you can hurt me, fuck if you feel
real tho
You deceived me
Into thinking
You left ya old ways
And was tryna grow
You at war with me
Why get involved me
You ain't ready for the sacrifice
a gold digger but I aint cuffing no broke hoe
It's just Me and my baguettes get the racks by the boat load
But that's just light shit you know every nigh
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Stop acting like you know me yeah
You and I we ain’t homies no
You weren’t there when I was lonely
Really working hard to get this money
Stop acting
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Not long ago you told me that you loved me
And how you were ready to take my last name
But here you are, you're saying that it's over
for me?
I hang high from a tree
They ain't ready for us, nigga
Obviously
Sound like Bonnie and Clyde to me
I protect you like a vest do
I'm
Ridin' down the road in my pick-up truck
Ya better get ready cause I'm pickin' you up
With a full moon a shinin' and a little bit a luck
We'll run
Ridin' down the road in my pick-up truck
Ya better get ready cause I'm pickin' you up
With a full moon a shinin' and a little bit a luck
We'll run
president
Congratulations
By the way I need u to send a trill message to sum
And a subliminal one to other
About this throwin' rocks
And being behind
way (out of our way)
This ain't a nice song, no telling where we might go
We've heightened the stakes
You wishing death upon us?
Better get ready
yea
Come on bitch we bleed green ay
Know I ain't relatable by any means yea
You keep making me piss out my own lean ay
In my ceiling in my dreams what
at me son
I ain't leaving until i'm done
I be grinding like a skater making ready in the sun
I ain't messing with them haters still cause I pay the bills
I don't believe you're ready for this
Are you ready for this?
We'd like to capture your minds right now
Take you a little bit higher
With
pretty
Drop the Gucci, prop that coochie, oops
I lost my train of thought watching her walk
You know, I'm looking at that ass, it ain't my fault
Get
Paranoia hitting all the presidents
Judging by the press nothing's in a mess
Ready for a war
Got the fuckin tanks
People dying but we sent the package in
20
people say they woke, when they overslept
didn’t even brush your teeth or put your clothes on yet
Being woke is step one, but you ain’t ready yet
You
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