Lyrics:
want anything to do with your dirty money)
What?
(I'm telling you, you need to change your life)
Man you trippin on me? and I'm out here trying
talking their shit when I know they're not slick
First off, I'm going to start off by saying you little bitches can't tell me what to do
I'm the money king
tell me what they want, what they want
What they say, tell me what they say
Stacking this money, I'll call it that Business
Yellow diamonds all on my
Money make you talk this pistol make you walk
This fist gon break your jaw there ain't no one to call
What you gon do when you callin for the lord
to back down
Cause niggas be bummy like they ain't never really want nothing from me
I know what you want, you want me to fail falling flat on my face
much money that I don't need a hoe
You can break yourself but you can't break me
You never met a player like $hort, baby
I knew a dick sucker named
know what I'm worth
Record sales, show money, not including merch'
Club full of bitches, pocket full of Franks
Blunt full of weed, cup full of drank
Me
I got something to say, got something to say
Alright
(Can you fill me in?) Come on
Can you fill me in?
(What you want? What you want me to do?
what's going down
John Travolta yeah we face off
I hit up Houston no problem prepare for take off
Like where you been cause you been lost
My team got
know there's snakes in the grass
Can get hit with that RICO
I'm a hustler like Jay Z
And I'ma ball like Alpo
Money before these hoes
Kickin shit like
your ass in a ditch
You talking all you want
But see the motherfucker ain't mine bitch
I ain't claiming shit that's what I said
She said the lucky man
on what
I would do
I'm gettin' money
Dog it aint hard to choose
Yeah
Gotta couple niggas that'll
Give you the blues
Gotta good chance on makin'
The news now
I want all of this money counting on me
Lambo by my name, I got the keys
Fly my girl out, give her what she needs
I don't care what they say cuz they
cause its all that they want
I say detonate don't detonate
Don't detonate
Don't detonate
Everyday everyday they say the won't judge
From a car to plane
been chosen by the gods
What for, yeah what for, can’t they shut their mouths?
I want to think….
Just as much as they are
We’re on the road to hell
Cracking a laugh
His granny call me up
Like listen, this finna be bad
Lord why couldn't you have taken me
See I was birth from a queen that was tamed by
Youngin, been about the money
These niggas know bout the youngins
These niggas know that I run it
This nigga call me on the phone
And I ain't even
I give my all
I'm like what the fuck you want from me
I'm spitting raw
It get ta dripping like a nose bleed
I'm cold as law
I'm spraying like it's fa
You deserve what you get in this world that we live in
Know your purpose I heard you been hurt before, you're lying there again
Playing caution
to survive
Back when i had no money and no ride
Back when i had to slide through to get by
Tears in my eyes yo the anger makes me cry
Uchiha burning rage take
What type of nigga you call that?
When I hang up on you, never call back
I'm a money counter, count my own money
Been proven you ain't ever goin' up
yo bitch, don't want that broke ho around me
And me and Thug still on the run so fuck yo bounty
I love my girl so much, that money, I let her count it
the drama
With the Q you I K comma
Now that's drama so pay attention
By the way I must mention I'm comin' off
Hard in the third dimension
With the glare but
How I finish from the beginning
Walkin down Abbey Road wit Johnny Lennon
Wit the finest women in the finest linen
Shit comes easy like water, lemon
I
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