Lyrics:
10. THE PARTING GLASS
(Traditional Scottish Song)
VERSE 1:Of all the money that e'er I spent,I've spent it in good companyAnd all the harm I've ever
that rude boy interrupt me
Yeah we weren't a ting but that shit still really bugs me
Yeah I'm really fed up
Girls want me but I'm still fed up
Stacking
His name was Sonny- Least that’s what he was called by his buddies
He wanted to find a way to get paid and make crazy money
He had a pretty face
I was always told the streets ain’t got no love for me
Gon and get ya money
Streets ain’t got no love for me
But I just want you to be proud of me so
Oouu I like it
Oouu I like it
Aye
I don't know what they on but I'm on profit need my money good
Yeah I'm trying to have my bank account stuck
most, poor
Or a lot of people haven't been able to, even the rich
So I'll start by preaching right here
'Cause I want to preach to you one more time
Claim you from the mud but that's just what you pouring in your cup
Boy you better buck up
But I'm about to show you that your fucking lucks up
Shawty go
as too cocky but that's how it's 'posed to be, on gang
I got money for my wants and needs but (my wants and my needs)
On this road, shit get lonely,
sure
Getting money I ain’t ever made before
But dammit damn I’m so anxious
Why I’m so anxious
What am I doing
What am I saying
I got a bag to collect
Money XO, let's get it
Wavy
John, stay droppin' them bangers
Got a smoke one for the ease of my mind
Cause they steady speakin' on me and I ain't
the metrodome
It'll make a loud noise sound like it's world war
Never break a sweat that's what them killers for
I get money hoe, on some real shit
Deck
on the wire
That my dome piece is done sent to piece out for hire
I ain't goin down over no money exchange
You late for say I, who reigns as King
the glicky by the mask
I been hearing dead people
That the money in the stash
I been Really losing weight
That's the only time I fast
Numbers jumping in
Killing it, all these niggas doubt, not expecting it
Wrecking it, that's your bitch, bro? I'm not sorry then
Follow him, I thought y'all was cool, what is
Let me start off by introducing myself
My name is Bebo from the station all I want is the wealth
I'm going crazy money making trying to better myself
you? (what are you)
I'm a real motha fucka what are you? (what are you)
I'm gettin money stayin' true, chasin paper what it do,
I'm a real motha fucka
nigga
Walking around dusty
I didn't have money
When I needed help
No one for me
But say that I changed
Claiming I'm starting to act funny
I'm deep In my
hating
Another city, another state cause i ain't got the time
Nigga's talking shit, but making money only on my mind
Thats all
Nigga's really want that
that boy out like a cigarette
Don't care about a what he or she said
You moving slow is you off a Xan
I do what I want you do what you can
We just
slept
That's why I barely get blessed
That's why I rarely go out, unless it's love at the club
Time is bread, that's what I'm about
And all my
I know what I want
And I'm getting it too
Gotta love how it all comes back to you
Making money green
In my wallet it stay
In my new lit bank
Where I
Surround by friends, in a Jag or Benz, in a car that he don't own
Excuses again, again and again, for money that you owe
Just pay up Tony
And we thought you
and po' fours
I know I don't need no lean
But that's how you live when you rich and you got
Money in the bank, in the bank
You can pull up with the drip
Chopper make it sing like Zayn still I disappear like I'm Blaine
Rain I want money fallin' fuck the fame
All of my bruddas do it on my say so
If we pull up
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