Lyrics:
Got your girl all alone
She just wanna get naked
Keep it a hundred
I need a hundred
Crispy hundreds
Hit the mall
Fresh as Benjamin's buttons
And cop
4 minutes
I breathe life in a dead gang, Put the knife in your windpipe
Let him get the real image
Born sinner, Let the horns emerge
Niggas always
bible on me every second
Devils spirits get rejected soon as I detect it
Oh Lord I am a sinner, nothing like perfection
Money fetish coming steady
zone
All the SHIT I did for her like keeping her rich
I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch
Well by now you should know it was just my luck
10 Bands 50 bands 100 bands
10 Bands 50 bands 100 bands ahhh
Shoutout drizzy ovo let's get it
The kid back now got everyone shook
Paid me no
need to fight
I can see it in your eyes that you're high
Hypnotized by them hips and thighs
If she don't go up, down she get left, right
Baby come
And come up and do a walk by on your bitch-ass
It's nay thun, don't give a fuck about how much money you got nigga
It's about how you outsmart the next nigga
to you I bet it sting
You wanna ride it your hide is divided
By my 2 thumbs ?, I murder it when I get inside it
Hit it till you get it, then get
he's sitting next to you I bet it sting
You wanna ride it your hide is divided
By my 2 thumbs, I murder it when I get inside it
Hit it till you get
complacent
Wanna come places with star girls
And they end up on them front pages
I'm quiet with it, I just ride with it
Moment I stop having fun with it
Show me that you down, to get a little freaky whenever I come to your town!
Be ready when I pick you up cause I'm laying you down!
Let's keep it
now he sketching yeah he tripping
Out here making history it's all part of the job
Just pulled up to the hotel elevator to the top
Six hundred on two
need like hundreds of k's
One hundred new ways
To go
Out and get me some money
She said I think we need space
Cause She feeling a way
Imma laugh
Get it right Terio
Ooh, ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em, ooh
You ready? You ready? I don't think they is
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they
Got
peasants for a queen bee
Hit that nigga with the heat
Think he come around
Leave a bitch feeling weak
Gotta switch it up
Riding at a different
She wanna fuck, but she cannot get more me
And when we in public, don't do no recordin
Uh, uh, come on, let's get it
Niggas be doin' that chattin'
the bank, call me Chase, run up the bank, B-O-A
Countin' these zeros, I bet that I get up
Still ran it up, even though I'm a sinner
Blessings the best when
Hand me the two cup I'm needed my syrup (Sip, sip)
They don't want smoke I hope depo my tool up
I come strapped with a
Hundred round Clip and we aim
Hand me the two cup I'm needed my syrup (Sip, sip)
They don't want smoke I hope depo my tool up
I come strapped with a
Hundred round Clip and we aim
and these rappers been lying so fuck em
Their butts then get hurt then they feeling an urge to be sending out shots I just duck em
They stay acting hard but I
That’s why I’m needing a deal
Or just a couple of mill
Watever come 1st
I just hope all of this work
I’m tryna get everyone strait before I’m n hurst
I
favorite bitch
Yeah, always hated my smile
Mama told me it's goofy
I'd get picked on at school
Come home and she'd school me
She never sugarcoated it
trauma when it's show
Mary Jane always come for me when I'm alone
Walking in the rain trying to remember my name
My homie on the Cain, he ain't been acting
While my cousin Lil C holding jiggers for the laws
Mind state finna ball, hit the corner store
Fifty count three for ten kinda skimpy but we had to get it
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