Lyrics:
the rips and soo-woos
Your religion is tainted by money grubbing
Funny hugging, chummy loving grown men that like to do youths
So I stick with my
casualties every year
The goal is to stay alive
The mission is to make money
The enemy, the police
We gotta bust back at 'em make some
Motherfucking examples
the mortician, you know that shovel is on me
To put em in the earth, I do my dirt all by my lonely
I'm all about the Benjy's
But that bring jealousy and envy
But when it come to money, thun, I'm not the one to laugh with
I'm after for what cash can bring me brothers
Me and my demon lovers blast and laugh
line for the blessing, get your mind off mine,
Hustle something and stop relying on mine, molding a lesson while u letting time fly by
At age 17
able to buy 4 new whips every year,
And leave the TV runnin' dog while I ain't here,
I ain't gotta worry bout the bills cause the money there,
I
I'm at your door, your eyes are like, "Why are you here?"
Judging by my steel, I got something to do here
Give up the money or the angel cries two
in the streets kid
The R-O-C exclusive remix, motherfucker
I got my mind right, money right
And this nine right here?
Who want a war? Nigga I'm
the clear
So watch yo back mutherfucker 'cause I'm creepin' up on ya from the rear
First Verse
{Tec-9}
I'm sick of them mutherfuckers with that ho shit
Make
throw the grands up, and what?
I gotta prosecute to get what's mine in the nine lime
It's my time motherfucker try to stop it gon' see nine lives
little boy he's such a trashcan
Everybody claim they know the name
Everybody claiming know the game
While I'm in it for the cash cow
By myself i went
where your mouth is
Then send it through Cash apps yeah
You could be five or nine foot tall
The step backs like a snap back hat one size fits all
Leave
they want static we'll have em treat you at the hospital
We got 9's we got tec's we got hot missiles
We'll make a point that wit us that you ain't got
máquina de fazer cash
Jogo só Hennessy na bae
Mas fodo muito essa lady
Gatas na house chove cash
(Money rain)
Sigo só brincando com a tec
Dentro da bag
cycle, I'm done with the rifles
The tecs, the 9's, the killers, the psychos
Look, now can we party?
And I want a Shirley Temple cause I don't drink
cycle, I'm done with the rifles
The tecs, the 9's, the killers, the psychos
Look, now can we party?
And I want a Shirley Temple cause I don't drink
money yeah yeah
Spend that money like real quick
Spend that money like real quick
I think i'm on some cash shit
I think i'm on some cash shit
Say that she
Whitney.
Top down, nightmare, blow her hair
Sky black, stars glow, the face on the moon stare.
Fast lane on the nine-five, honey laughs about the cash
throw the grands up, and what?
I gotta prosecute to get what's mine in the nine lime
It's my time motherfucker try to stop it gon' see nine lives
know I got enough guns to wreck a nation
Any nigga wave a tec at mase, and, have a explanation
You bring your crew and em and I'm doin em
Then I'm
blessed, you know what I'm sayin'?"
If I had that opportunity, you know what I'm sayin'?
Maybach Music
Black Metaphor
I grew up on that Cash Money
that I got
Been about my busi-ness
Peepin' inside my fat stack
This Tec-9 makin' these motherfuckers panic
Held in the hand by
A psychopathic
TEC-9's and 9's and TEC's
Don't ask what I'm doin'
I am gang gang
I got 11 in the fusha
10 in the roo
You know who I am
You know what'd I'd do
Suuwuu
My
the money, down on my phone
I get the bag and then I get gone
If you ain't bout no cash
Then leave me alone
I got some cash, but I want some more
Fuckin with
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