Lyrics:
of my niggas i hear everybody talking
He spending too much money be humble
Man fuck all that who was talking when I was
Dead broke starving huh?
Ay Gutta,
cause they know I get dough
Posted on the block, stuntin' with my kin folks
Nigga, you ain't talkin' money what the fuck you here for?
When I'm finna cop
lost
And when it's by J.V. you know I want it all, hmm
Is they in love with the dubs or the lex?
Or do they know I'm just as good as it gets?
You wanna
of that Tahoe, we got long tools
What the fuck I look like followin', boy we break rules
Tryna short a nigga circuit like a bad fuse
If we spin and it ain't
She said she wanna be a nigga confidant
And why I keep on actin all nonchalant
You fuckin with a winner girl I know what I want
And that's a whole
do it with money
I could look at you
I could show you all that
You might as well do it anyway
You might as well choose to play the game
After all
and get your money
Why u still broke
Don't want to be another number
Waiting on court
I dont sneak dis
Ask my beef i pull up with that for
She asked why u
down
Counting hundreds fifties twenties
Get that shit regardless
B.A.M
By any means
I count this cheese
I get this guap bitch
Fuck what it costs
We're
NOT, the manifestation of money
Therefore I advance through thought
Not what's manufactured and bought
Concentration, and calculation
my past
Will come back to haunt me
But the consequenses are more than I can bare"
I feel that shit
This piece right here
Is about what comes with fame
Aye who them niggas over there looking all cfrazy man?!
Yo Polo What the fuck aye go pull over there man
aye aye skurt (gunfire)
Like John gotti I
probably heard that I am the bag
I make hella cash and I do everything upper class
But what I'm boutta do is pour another glass
Get a couple of rice
It ain't my fault that I'm pretty
He want my love I just want his money
So I took his cash and I broke his heart
Cause pretty bitches we get what we
what I wanted, she sucked my dick, so, money, you can stab her"
But I said this to myself up
If I told homie I fucked his gal, then homie nut the fuck
the kid with the most
They call me Zippa da goat
Yo bitch on the horn, tryn give up the thoat
Jesse White, tumble the work
That's what I call flippin'
Your daddy no go won be
I’m young I’m John, but I’m not so cool
My blood Dey hot, colos make me cool
I want to do what your father’s can’t
I won’t them
-9-4's and 5-2-3's (what else you need?)
That little pink pill put me at top speed (go)
When I ain't takin' these drugs, I get nauseous (nauseous)
Thinkin' 'bout
(Mathematical, AJ can I hear that beat?)
I'm geeked up off this shit, no cap, yeah
I just count money by big guap, big wock
They ain't never heard
'm drunk and sloppy
With the palm pilot, I want the money
So I got a problem
I lie that you're bout to be rich with a queso
A nigga be chasing them pesos
I
to five
Tryna get by
Until the day I die
Man It is what it is
Man I realize
That life's fucked up
I'm looking at myself not giving a fuck
All I want is two
a southernplayalistic pimp
I used to sling a fat rock
But now I'm serving Hemp Nigga
Stepped on the block
Everything is still the same
But Niggas changing by the clock
that's right, you should know what that's like, you're half white
Vanilla Ice, spill the beans and rice
I'm eatin' you alive inside, Jesus Christ
If
got in the bank till Im all out
All out
Nothing less
Gotta make it count
Takes finesse
Buy it by the pound
They didn’t want me when I was down
Now that
pick what chick fi'nna come home
I bet you gon' learn to day, how 'bout that
Walkin' up out of here by myself
I doubt that
Go in hop in that Challenger
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