Lyrics:
you know I got that good weed and I got that purple drank
Its one twenty for an eighth and two forty for a pint
I got money in the bank so I ball
sleeping
Highly repected by middle easterns
Most latinos africans an west Indians
Skank Dollar known before he
Touch a microphone
Cool nigga got his scratch
in the back room
They took the money and drugs and shot him in his half moon
Doin' my homework on IG, under his last picture says, "RIP"
of robbed your man if the fool was smart
But a fool and his money will soon depart
Then I went to my crib, went to sleep 'bout four
When I woke up, police
The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will
In this crisis, shrink from the service of their country
But he that stands by it now
Deserves the love
From A Lemon
And A Lemon To A Lime
He Cuts The Beat In Half The Time
And As Sure Is 3 times 2 is 6
You'll Say Flash Is The King Of The Quick Mix
We're
money I'm trying' not to laugh
In the back of that Rolls treat it like a cab
Got an F in science but an A in math
34 to 36 you don't know the half
the Nasty
My wallos I did 'em up
Them bricks I send 'em up
My raps y'all bit 'em up
For that now stick 'em up
Ten Four good buddy Tone got is money up
opportunities pass you by?
I used to be a pretty passive guy
Since before I was a goddamn mastermind (uh-uh, woo)
In that castle of mine, I came up in half
Double-headed voices from the eagle on the staff
The pyramid where eyes will split the spirited in half
Divided over money
Delighted by the dummyin' down
OR NOTHING, ALL OR NOTHING
ALL OR NOTHING, ALL OR NOTHING
ALL OR NOTHING
Man shut the fuck up and put the moola in the bags
No more money is in this bank
We gon
Dead man by the bundle, you can join if you wanna
Why she dissing on a nigga? I ain't stuntin' on a ho
I got money, I said, I can transform any ho
fallen
Welcome to my world I'm Drugg.e it's nice to meet ya
Poured a half pint into my Fanta soda liter
Taken so much drugs head spinnin' like ballerinas
face, man
I love my baby
You talkin' money, need a hearing aid, oh
You talkin' 'bout me, I don't see the shade
I witch up my style, I take any lane
I
money, music money
Money that could put your girlfriend in a handbag
White tee, Balenciagas, man bag
Left-winger with a long stick like a granddad
AJ
left
Gettin' money by the truck loads
Rollin' up Big Fat El Productos
Before I drank V.S.O.P. Remy
I used to drink that MD 22
Woodgrain and reverse 8's
From the pocket of an honest preacher
To the empty hand of a homeless bum
To the cash drawer at the liquor store
Where he bought a pint of rum
Your bitch came to my house to
Get fucked by my roster
My team homie, Peewee put me on it, yeah
These niggas don't want no problems, yeah
I can see it in
plans
In the car, it's hard to read as a clock with no hands
How your man's goin' get up and stop with no yams
All it take is one break, it could pop
corners, play blocks like Gators
With bundles on us, serve trays like waiters
It's the life we chose to hustle
Can't stop it, can't knock it
Half
tranquilizer
Because I had to deal with a money-hungry miser
Had a 'caine-filled Kool with my man Rush Rush
Saw my teeth fall in the sink when I started
live it
Get to da money by da bundle how I spend it
All my cars tinted but dey kno who? s in it
Same cool dude on da mic givin? you da bidness
The brase
I was you, I wouldn't say that, no
Anything they ever did to make sure I wouldn't ever win
It just made me a better man, I put that on my soul
If
all good
Thinking 'bout money, it's all good, yeah
Crucify me, amen
Brutalize me again
The weight of the world rests on my shoulder
Day by day,
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