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where them boys kick doors
That's the same spot where them boys sell O's
A wiseman said, when that money call, go
'Cause if you ain't getting loot, then

Made an account in yo name and hit for twenty bands
Fuck some clout and some fame, bitch I'm a money man
You hear FN's and Drac's when we coming in

high and shit
Please do not come blow my high
Or blow my cover when I hide
In Cuba with it bitch I feel like Pac cause legends never die
It'll be mo

can't picture me rollin' lower seat and still smoker
Youngsta from the T and if you see me you a notice that I'm

Rollin'
Blunt wraps to the maximum max

to the sky some days
It's like I try some days
Just to get by some days
I be smoking tree Monday through Sundays
I'm usually laidback
Not too much noise you'll

L2R - Bombay (written & produced by L2R)

Childish
Just touched down inna London
Straight from the junction,

L to the R in the function,
Smoke still

Yo bitch gave me sloppy once
I texted her gimme mo

I sent her off on the mission
I learned it all in the kitchen
Might catch me golfing and fishing

Small money for Access
I can't stress
And we still dey go cashless
Five AM in the morning
Alfa's already jamming
Some people just dey wake up
Some dey

niggas is so cheap with no heat
Still be calling shots like Mo Cheeks

You so weak, so sweet
N' you don't shoot yo' heat
My yayo go cheap, I don't get no

fall I go still rise again[00:51.16]You know my papa no be dangote[00:53.55]You know my papa no be dangote[00:56.34]Sheybi won sope bintin

it's time believe it or not
Old fashioned I'm still stashing the cash
And blasting any nigga wana play with that
Get the troops we gone Rally like we own

level.
My bar shouldn’t be gittin out of the ghetto.
If Bezos and Gates can, I can too.
Won’t be held by standards confined to my race, social economic

Don't respect and we ignorant
All about the money saying later fame
Big ass, see no bra
Said she didn't put it on
Big chest, double d, that's her bra

I Get motivated every time they tell me that i can’t i been focusing my energy to mo money in the bank 
I need 10 by next may
Talking m’s not k 
I’m

by the crowd when the show's done
Earned my blisters it's time to collect bands
Learned my lesson but still I'm on my stress man
I'm a schoolish rapper

stay?
Nah, so would you stay?
Yuh
Lately I don't give a fuck how you feel
I just want money gon' stack to a mill yeah
I need a mo'fuckin pill for real
I

See the code we live by is money OE
Ducking police I ain't had sleep in four weeks
Don't approach me if it ain't bout stacking mo cheese
I'm sinister

em out i'm the truth
Like DaBaby, no cap I go dolo (dolo)
Hit ya chick by myself I go solo (solo)
Make her leave, kick her out I say 'so long' (bye)

Gettin' money but ain't gon' lie I still feel empty,

And everytime you hit my you make 'em stop the show,
And whenever you around me I just feel so low,
I

making dough 
N’ she beat my ass sum mo

Soon send her money by the boat
Put some diamonds ‘round her throat 

Underground fresh prince
But I cuss in my

still be alright
Gave her 2 dubs she gon do what I like
 
Come for the gang I truly don’t advise
They not da type dats gon let some shid slide
Just let it

just gotta be the -

I'm on the phone, don't interrupt, the money calling and I jump
Off the cliff, I take the risk, leap of faith into abyss
It's

TRU SHIT

Production By Solo Beats

Comin Down Smokin Green/Makin My Cream Servin Fiends/Sippin On Lean Then Pop A Bean 2 Project PT Ghetty

can’t control but still I create
And kill em by a landslide leaving no debate
Who’s great
I’m waking in baking in slo mo hitters staying on go though
I’m