Lyrics:
on your block
Wit glocks, let ya brain rot
Mob tactics, bustin shots, there's a freeze on the pop
What blood clot? means no money, no honey
And that's what
chase hoes
Shit it's a lot on my conscious
Money conversation with a money mindset
I'm just tryna win cause nights really out here dying
Gotta make 20
her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But there's got to be a better way!
Yes you get by
Away
Money's scarce, but family honor
Brings it home brings it home
And down the shop, the tongues they snicker
TV dinners, beer
think I'm a dope boy
This drank in my cup got me movin a lil slow boy
See me in the club surrounded by a bunch of dope boys
I ain't make this money off
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
with me they'll turn y'all y'all boys to one eighthy
Make a hit and talk my shit I know the ump hate me
Imma be a star tell them magazines to front page
a wrist full of diamonds trust
Baby this ain't new to us
Shawty got a Ass let's not discuss
Met her at the show
Lots of love
Wherever I go I got the plug
Want no money, you don't want no bread, oh
- Yeah.
- Come on, everybody, clap your hands.
Well, we had a lot of luck on Venus
We always had a ball
Parking lot pimpin'
In a spot where cars enter
Gettin' a chick is like gettin' a pick in Guitar Center
These cats learned to play guitar to get girls
picked your casket
You the know vibes
I make one call he gonna die, Oh my
No lie, I might let out my Skitzo side
The demons back you don't get no time
Red
get it by ya lonely
Wake up and I gotta go go go go
It’s opportunity at the door door door door
We get some money then get more more more more
We get
opportunity knocks. My beating heart stood faster than a man about to drown. The time before you passed me by like days without a sound. You tell me that you
Yeah, you need to recognize
You think money makes a man worthwhile
Well, I know you're in denial
I can see it in your smile
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Let it
, money, yeah, we on
Make a bad bitch bust down on the floor
We been here before, she did this before So fuck it, let's do it again
Peaches call Jasmine,
the peeling
To make the stars rise!
Milledgeville bound i love a small town
You ain't gotta have money
They're just glad you're around i
Could've been a lot
Don't beef online so just come to the shop
Bitch I love money
I can't beef it about no stupid bitch
Corona virus
How you broke that shit just make me sick
do it, don't stop now
Make it hurt you, just a little bit
Not too much, it's workin
Getting money all right now (2x)
Verse 3: Lord
the
[Chorus: x2]
Just do it, don't stop now
Make it hurt you, just a little bit
Not too much, it's workin'
Getting money all right now (2x)
A lot
umbrella
The boy's back turnin' his slacks to all yella (Prick)
It's a daily lick, I slit throats with a grin that reek of pure shit
Travel by backflip,
point guard flow)
For
Scam money don't make money
Be your own boss, make more than they make from you
Gotta lose old friends cause some of them
going on
Make it look like a lotta stealing going on
Boy them cops is killas in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no thief, I'm
prestigious home
Y'all ask if I'm blessed by God, player what you thought?
What Rev. you seen on chrome?
Gotta make these dollars, comin out of Hollis
Got
the wrays
I don't no need chasers
Trem
Just a young boy tryna make p
Gang
Just a couple bros rolling up a g
Chav
Never had a single opportunity
Cunt
Everyone
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