Lyrics:
telling everybody but me
Don't be fooled by the money, I'm still just young and unlucky
I'm surprised you couldn't tell
I was only trying to get ahead
honey
Here's what I do with my money
Pennsylvania Six, Five Thousand
Numbers I've got by the dozen
Everyone's uncle and cousin
But I can't live
to that gut feeling
That you get and you can't put your finger on, but you just fuckin' know
Eddie, I'm so sorry I didn't call you on the phone
I should
honey
Here's what I do with my money
Pennsylvania Six, Five Thousand
Numbers I've got by the dozen
Everyone's uncle and cousin
But I can't live
wind calls
By and by, again, the morning sun will rise
But the darkness never goes from some men's eyes
(Well I know)
It strolls the sidewalk and it
money for records so I had to make do.
All of the singers they were older than me, even Buddy Holly who died at 23, neXt it was Jim and his mortality set
I starve
Is that it? Is that what you're tryna tell me?
Ayo, moccasin money, one man behind the plate
Hold it down, honey-shallah, rock the half
as I let her know
I snap my fingers and God will
Be there to hunt your head
Call me the deep and you try
And sink like the London Bridge
Big city small
some spirament
Nigga hoes started switching had to cut em loose
By myself in this world me and my juice
Fuck a bitch get another all the hoes choose
whoever be made whole
When the master calls the roll
Oh my darling will you leave?
Take me to the altar
I don't have strength to watch you as you
appointments
And set up a whole new show
Because I'm in need of a good hot meal
And a life to call my own
Get me a plate of money
Get me a blanket
bang
Heavy name
Let em hang
Fall back from everythang
Heart beats
That's how the weapon sang
Smith and Wesson I call it Eddie cane
Play and ima let it
shit and I like to buy shit
Shit, I'm gettin' stupid money, what else we gon' do with money?
Bitch, we be ballin' out, the king, bring me fifty bottles
shit, man!
You could have it man.
We good!
Killa!
See you like to front (Word!)
Me I like to stunt (True!)
I go for it on fourth down you
the pain
Having no money come my way
But now I'm making money even when I sleep
Eyes wide awake, but I really need a dream
We hustle, hustle
I go by Weezy,
with a pack in the studio
Got me feelin Eddie Lacy
Bitch I gotta go grind today
I ain't got no time to waste yeah
Gettin to the bag I'm up on the daily
got a plug, but now I rap, I put my dog on it
Niggas on the 'Gram with the work, game watered down (wow)
Trap popped up with some Trues, let me call
If the money was a lady (Lady)
I would have to call her, call her (Hello)
Stop by mom's crib to get a lighter
Got the whole house decked in designer
call the plumber
A nigga hot, like ten summers
Ten chains on, walking in a Benihana
My money long, like ten Hummers
I been getting to the money
Pun
And any nigga that's a enemy to
Crack is a enemy to me
Terror Squad and the P
We on that BS but you can call it TS
Cause we be iced the fuck out
to me though I love this shit
Go long days, longer nights
Talk too much, the wrong advice
All the lights, and call my life
Doctor, doctor, will you
Savin' It Up For Saturday Night
By
Greg CookTom PadenEddie Kilgallon
Putting our pennies in a mason jar
Working overtime don't get you far now
That shit ain't gon happen
I want the money and the power
My heart is cold n***a call me eddie bauer
Just fucked that bitch up in the shower
When I'm
me to call her
Put her on 'Do not hit'
18 months and I'm finna be 19
2020 introduced you as my wifey
2021 now all that's said and done
By the end
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