Lyrics:
Y'all don't see me drowning over Here
Y'all don't see me drowning over Here
Y'all don't see me drowning over Here
I been getting money over here
playing please
Now point that camera at my pockets cause they saying "cheese"
Put up yo life in gambling, next time we out here scrambling
I'm Killa, he
New hardtop
Off the car lot
Hit the gas tires smoke like cigar shops
Make ya jaw drop
Bought it off the narc cops
Tax on the work we got them
down my thoughts
I spit over beats and bars
Be in front seat to mars
Say take a seat
By all means we can meet and spar
This is the launch
Taking off,
the smoke or my dogs
Prioritizing monetizing by the hour
Young Thug, first you get the money then the power
Dreams of holding thousands, I was living in
you approaching me
We mind our manners here pay a fee or do it properly
We in the money trance
Kill for it as long as you can’t trace it back to that
Since getting money I'm careless
Since getting money I'm fearless
I got money I'm balanced
I'm gazing up at the heavens
My cup is running over
stamina's working
Bbk will live forever, real friends don't die, they live together
Talking bars, we bring the pepper
Man wanna meet better bring
close make
Sure that work it disappears
I can get you murked with
A whisper in the ear
Getting it cracking over here
They getting work but ain't
No action
time to play these games I'm out here grinding getting rich
I got Family Ties no money in this world could make me switch
like I'm UGK
Asshole by nature like my name was Trae
And I don't gang-bang, I patrol the game
And what I'm representing here is putting holes in
Lil' spoiled bitch, two thousand on shoes (two thou', shoes)
Walk in the club with one bitch, leave with two (yeah, dos, two)
By myself at the top like
the bill was
Nobody hungry when I'm getting my money
When grandma leave the table
Yeah we all stand up
Plastic chairs
Put your plate on your knees
Ain't no
Safe tryna hustle 'round here think there's money to be made
You'll get robbed by somebody underage
We don't rock brands like Vans, only J's
We don't
Yeah, this for everybody that's Getting money If you ain't bout
That paper, stay the fuck
From around me You dig
Look, out here chasing mint, got Me
like this how it's gon be
We gon lock it down, slowly but surely
And you can count on me
See they waiting for the day that I sleep
See that's the day
getting worked by this girl named Cognac, matta fact
I want to take her home, the reefer got me in the zone
Intentions to bone, we all alone, by ourself
Yo, change the fuckin' channel
I burn a coma candle
When the flame fades, consider my flatline a soldier's sample
We them cats talkin' noise
we go) and all that other shit
So don't stand, make some noise and cheer
Throw your hands in the air because there's a party over here
"Here we go
I put 10 thousand hours in
We don’t throw no towels in
Work work work
Work work work
Put the work in
If its money on the floor
Girl put some work
Poe -T
YO
Woah
We thumb through the money
We thumb through the money
We eating so good we just stomach the money
Our pockets so full they might vomit
[Chorus]
What? (G Rap nigga) Black fam baby, uhh
(Jinx Da Juvy) The new milleny niggaz, knahmean? Two thousand shit
Here to rule shit
All y'all weak
bars and I still got a lisp
Stackin my money cause
My money a brick
If you talk chop then you getting hit
Step in the party no question we lit
He don't
the mahfucking truth
I'm a monster truck rolling over your Coupe
Let's go!
While you was arguing who was getting the top of the bunk
I was arguing about who
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