Lyrics:
What's the hold up
All about bread like a muhfuckin' donut
Havin' my way with this shit, I was made for this shit
If they hate on Tha Kidd, tell him
shit shocked everybody
Put the money in the bag bitch before I blow yo head off
Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin' with y'all
Baby born in New York City
Wrapped in a blanket all tattered and worn
Mama's doin' the best she can
It takes hope in a hopeless world
Her
I sweep the pieces with my money bags and my triggers
On god I'm just tryna get that record deal
To the TVI artists that kept it real with me since
Hey Joe!How can we know
What you've been doing all these years?
It's not that I'm asking you for money
I just want you by my side
His brother Marc
I sweep the pieces with my money bags and my triggers
On god I'm just tryna get that record deal
To the TVI artists that kept it real with me since
together boy seat up
You not even about to trip man chin up
On a low she slurp dick good though
Blunts all pre rolled
Hotter than Cheetos
Feelings might have
feel some type of way about my money,
We goin' to the furthest extent to protect that plate that goes under my son on the table, nigga
One love to all
we about that,
Bust down the watch we about that,
Money come in by the shoe rack,
I told that lil bitch she can't hold a stack, aye
I'm talking my
em
I will not stop till I'm pushing a billion
Don't own a suit but I'm all about business
I'm getting this money you niggas still wishing
Hoping
just be like, "Aight"
She ain't doin' shit but savin' my money, I'll stay in for the night (aight)
But that pussy so good I can't even lie, I don't
the back (always)
Started getting money, I was always around the pack (yeah)
Little bit of grams, then I got me a pound of smack (Montana)
Yeah, handlin'
resist
Looking at me now I can wash all of my sins (Yo)
I can
Forget about that shit
Forget about our love and forget about that bitch
Forget about
Orange peels to kill the smell slanging with my dad
I never thought about my life I swear y'all, for real
Until my best friend Jill got killed and then
Gotta do what I gotta do, yeah)
All my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where-
Tuition is handled by some
Like Simon.
I can't explain it to you
How i feel about you to you
When i say i love you is true
My heart is calling for you
I can't explain it
to use the loose leaf as my other mouth
Now it's all about the team
And I'm on the mound (runnin')
Now it's all about the team
And we ballin' out (runnin')
of the hungriest
Backed by Donald Johns and that's where my money is
[Rampage]
I told y'all six weeks rich don't forget
Another smash hit from my squad don't forget
loaded feelin' myself
Right now, I'm not myself, I'm turnt up, got that iron in here
Yeah, I got it right by my belt
Them niggas plan on poppin' him,
myself & I, it's all about self love
We could've made museums out of these hallways
If you would've stayed down i would've loved you always
You can still
but I wasn't thinkin' about me doin' the time
These 6-by-9's, is about to make me lose my mind
Trapped in these closed walls ain't had no conversation
saw it
I'm just a bit of a mess
For all you tried to tell me
I never listened
All of the knots in the oak by the river
Wouldn't admit that they'd ever
Listen Listen Listen
All i can hear snakes hissing
They fancy some french kissing
Always missing Lips for my heart
I was told not to mistake coiling
I've been up all these crazy hours at night Holding on to time but it soon passed by
I'm hoping that you'll understand, you'll understand, baby, yeah
I
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