Lyrics:
'benny with the Vil now I can't think
Aye, I can't ft now I'm in Beijing
Aye, whole Foods types of money on my ring
Aye, but we holding on by a string
Won't nobody cash my money gram
I'm starting to think it's a money scam
Plus I just started a company
And it's already taxed my Uncle Sam
Barely sold
Picture God spittin' fire
All you fuckers' feel my flame
Burn the Earth once again
Tired of this world of pain
Put the trigger to my brain
Release me from
to know
If you can get into my mind
Stimulate it
Give me good love all the time
Or are you just another man
Who's after me for all my paper
Looking for
A-Town do it don't stop, you was sorta rich (yeah)
You niggas missed the bank by a quarter inch (yeah)
I'm hoppin' out the coupe with my titties
bitch count money till I get alrighted
And my belt by Louie, and your girlfriend shoes
And keep your eyes on a road before you crash like a computer
G's all over my toes
Money ain't a problem
That money keep constantly calling
That money keep constantly calling
That money keep calling
(That money
ha
Yo, dig this, we tryna get money here
Wrms, De La Soul, Saturday, y'all
(And rollerskates, and rollerskates)
(And rollerskates,
All our phones, they'll be ?
Jack boy, you're a jackass, ?
Got eighty grans on my ?
? that's my thing,
? I'm here, yeah that's my thing!
I'm
I make big money
I drive big cars
Everybody know me
It's like I'm a movie star
But late at night something ain't right
I feel I'm being tailed by
boys.
Every since 18 I been about cream.
So when I say get money it's by any means.
Forever Living Young till my last dream.
I swear to god I put
was worried bout nothing
We was just having fun
But now i want my money big nigga like its pun
All my niggas really with it if these smoke nigga run
The judge handing out L's like Pat Sajak
And I'm all about my team like an apex
Make you niggas turn your
Seats into a Playtex
Yes, member of a fly society
a ghost again
Slap you with a lot of spit until she swallow all of it
Call the shots, run the shit, on some big money shit
Serious 'bout my hustle all these
found nirvana
Hustle all day gotta find me mañana
Yeah
Tall as fuck like Wembanyama
And I'm standing on my money
Tall as fuck like Wembanyama
Uh
Yeah
of money on my mental
Smell good smoke
When the wind blow
Need a big loaf trying to get close
Money on my brain
That's all I think about
If I ain't getting
doors just to score for the team
French was the plug when we scored on the lean
Cup dirty I just sell clean
Gotta get this shit by any means
We got
years in federal prison
I always live by the code of honour
That's why my best days are ahead of me
I am richer than I've ever been
I would like
By my doly all the time
I got money on my mind
I don't wanna fall behind
Sacrifice for me and mine
By my doly all the time (by my doly all the time)
thought you was, fool,
And now I'm after that ass on the cool.
It's all about survival of the fittest,
Nigga, you shouldn'a did this.
And now I got's
plan
To seat my daughters there by your right hand.
I know that you'll do what's right, Lord,
For they are the lanterns and you are the light.
Now I'm
on my dope cut off one of
your fingers send it in the mail you'll have my money by twelve send
the other four the game designed by me so I can't lose I
to factor the function for money so really I represent fendi just got a bag so i put wings all over my money to ride like a bently and i took one step
it's like a nine to five
I got my nina my fo'-heata beata by my side
I keep it tucked close when I'm on the West coast (West coast)
I keep it
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