Lyrics:
money, now I'm running up
You sitting back with your double cup
Now it's time to level up
'Cause I'm tryna get in my bag
Baby why you ask?
You know I'ma be
the best now all right
Dress the way you please and put your mind at ease
It's a city known for its freedom, freedom
Cycles shining bright break the silence
sayin work hard for the bag
And in that same breath sayin "money ain't a thang"
I don't get it, but I get it
I'm just tryna keep it moving, can't afford
Now but in your mind your still A child some how oh tell me How you do that now I just can't Seem to figure it out
Open your eyes now
They hate in
be? It didn't name itself it seems
A construct made up in the mind, though it is absent in our dreams
Oh...now it's time to
Go...now it's time
lay
And stare in your eyes
And pretend we have all the time
In the world it don’t work like that
As a matter of fact
I wish I could get time back better
changed my name
It's Your love
And I'm so amazed by Your love
I'm alive in Your love
Oh never going back
Oh yeah
Oh You got me singing now
Oh Cause I'm
Come on around to my house mama, ain't nobody there but me
Call me a hotshot rider and a cheater, colored from Tennessee
Take it easy, don't get
and won't get sober
Stay just happy with what you deserve
You're blind... and as a matter of fact
You're so perverted in your mind you cannot realize that
the isle with becky i promise she will be my wife arent you proud
now your oldest finally made it i sent you a card and a flowere i
jope that you get it when
help thinking it's a miracle you're here
You can't keep holding it in when it's something good
Get up, get up
You can't keep holding it in when it's
help thinking it's a miracle you're here
You can't keep holding it in when it's something good
Get up, get up
You can't keep holding it in when it's
me, we good
Devil on the right, Bad vibes, can’t lose it
Mind blank, missing some screws
I still get to it born a hustler
Get in my bag when ian
We know they gave it all
By now you should know why I stand for the fallen ones
2000 vehicles 40 aircraft black hawk drones, in the hands of the enemy
of these toxic games we play on each others minds oh whoa whoa
Why does everything gotta be a game
Im looking in your eyes all I saw was pain
I wanted fame
mind your business)
If she came my nigga that's local business (if she came yeah)
It took her long to get it right
My nigga she choose my penis
I ain't
You made me make my homies push you out the doorway
Swallowing your pride I guess that's not your forte
That's how it is I sometimes find
You get back
fuck it
I rather be behind guns than in front of bullets
Bullseye all in my face by a nigga who ain't scared to pull it
So he's drinkin 40's pullin ????
Baby bring it on
Good and bad girl I want all of you
I hope I cross yo mind same way you do
Can you tell me the truth
Baby bring it on
Just keep it real,
up with Guru, of course
[Big Shug]
Young ladies, fly ladies, young ladies in the house
[Patra]
Bad, bad by law, you no say you're da numba one
think I smoke with Satan
Voices in my head provoking violence, finna get it shaking
I been in the trenches mentally, my thoughts be steady banging
By
Ok im back up in this bitch
To get a check
My plug keep giving me
These packs now im in debt
Game heavy
And its sharp like a machete
Im the nigga
I
through the spring and
The summer show them niggas you
Been thuggin grind in silence who
Talk the most do the least it hold more
Weight certified by
wounds
From bleeding, it's true
Whenever I feel it in close
I tell my heart I can't let you go
Whenever your
Hand touches mine
I want you here for the rest
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