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damn
Only child baby
I was hell a lonely
Damn

Shawty grown as hell
Hit me when she horny
She be making TikTok's
Talking bout some Rick and Morty
Asking

And you know, make lots of money
That'll all be great
That'll all be great but you know
Keep your mindset
Your mind on the plan push and do it as long

to the stage congratulations all in order
Henny and that rage split personalities like border
Think bout that shit before you blast that forty
Shorty wasn't for

smashed on, 360 get his dash on,
By any means necessary, get ya cash on,
I ain't flashin', I'm passin' passed 'em,
I never will lie, I testify, just ask

It's all 'bout money, who's got more digits?
If you ain't talkin' sluts or guns
You bummy fam, you won't kick it
I'm here to show you the exact

Keep it drippy yeh we call that muddy
We don't care bout the others you could save me the trouble

Time don't wait for no one
Stayed on my ten I never

shots, drunken
And i'm sick of people tryna tell me how to live, I'm dreamin'

Big old, fancy cars is all I ever wanted
No understands my goal, so imma

of your reactions instead of lashing out
Life ain't all bout sex and money even tho it's great
Sometimes loses teach more lessons than your winning days

Could Well Be In

The Streets

Remixes & B-Sides

2018

stirred. 
I told her about the money and what had occurred 
with it going missing from the living room, so. 
With my best mates all there standing by

stuffed A eight rock underneath yo heel?
Not everyone can shit talk like me
It take a bit of skill
Im tryna make some char buffed wings
Imma get a grill
By

when they digital
Get to the money my every day ritual
Back to back I'm going wild with the visuals
Ask about me I’m a wild individual
Play this shit

Asshole by Nature

Trae

Same Thing Different Day

2004

on the shit that I'm bringing
But fuck what you talk, Guerilla niggaz perfect with aiming
I'm bout to lean on the market, trying to leave me for dead
Cause all

North Coast

Flesh-N-Bone

T.H.U.G.S.: Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls

1996

receive, if you got tha green
By any necessary means, sellin mission,
But if you think you see me wanna try
Hoppin' off in ya ride, tha night if tha bird,

to fruition
Baby boy, got you wishin'
I'm still loadin' the glizzy
I was just countin' all this money
This shit got me dizzy
We was just back-to back in

but don't call me sis
Think it's tea but drinking on piss
Hoes snakes i been heard the hiss
I'm Bout my cheese don't play you'll get Swiss

I don't want

fuck up any man's head a nigga like me won't let it
If it ain't about money it's a no go
I might give you what you want is it dick or a photo
This

probably had took her 
I kept telling homie just go back to school 
Cuz she in these streets they don't play by no rules 
Only thing he seeing is the money

MMM, MMM Baby
Lyrics by Eric W. Smith (ASCAP) Music Darryl Swann


Verse
I was 18 in 81, 
A hoop star and rock n roller
She was a ballet dancer

and I'm breathing
Before now though, I was dead in sin
Now it's faith in Christ, quickened by the Holy Spirit
He gave me new life, John Kee
Rivers

a limousine (Let's get it)
Early morning, boy I gotta get this cream (Get this money)
Givin' y'all the dope without the triple beam (Drogas)
Always stayin'

always cryin' but you don't tell me anything, yeah
I just put you in that P.J., that private plane, yeah
Lotta niggas think they feel me but they don't

it from me verbing
Looking at these rappers, like this the one that worship?
Aye They be rapping like they know they bout to catch wreck
Acting like

the bus, the eye (I) contact with you was brief
H cause how could I ask for you to end up right next to me,
Geez (G) Louis, this was great but F the stairs

dreams
My mama need me, I can tell by how she hug her baby
Fuck is a friend? If I've been feelin' fuck my brother, lately
Clutchin' my pistol in that