Lyrics:
all that when I don't give a fuck
Your bitch ass should get run over by a truck
Your bitch ain't home cause all she do is suck
Bands and bars for
Yeah you prolly didn’t get the bar you not an engineer
I know they talk behind my back in my face I never hear
I told my momma one day that we gon be
switch up my lane
Getting back on my feet
Feel like nobody gonna change
In this life we live for the fame
All the attention, the drama
Taking over
to lag getting straight to the bag
Always sticking to the cash route
I'm sticking to the cash route
Where the money take me
My style really smash mouth
going to find you naked in position by the sea
You'll never going to find me
Peace and love, IB
I just figured
Don't need money
To be all around
I just
visions getting blurry, ya’ll
Ain’t got no worry, nah
Bitch I might, be making hundreds be making thousands
All by the hour - don’t question how I got it
that's what we gon' do
Highbridge the Label
A Boogie, Don Q, what's up?
My niggas here to take over the game, huh
Everybody sayin' they up next, who
steady hugging the pillow we up on the road
I'm loosing sleep over money cause right now I'm broke
I'm slowly loosing my patience, it's taking too long
plus it smoke speci
Three thousand full pound of some Dro Pesci
Y'all niggas only talkers
I'll let my homies spark ya
We in the spurs, that's faster
Getting pretty close I'm not far
We can go star to star
And bar for bar
It'll be an awful loss
Like a Smart car getting chewed up
By a monster car
If you
of the back out my car
One of each of these girls (?) going in the back door
Yeah we're outside the world famous (???) bar
Crazed couples are pumping away
We keep ya feelin' oh so high
Like its 1999
All over again with all of my hustlers, soldiers by my side
Been a long, long ride, I'm still
dawgs feel pain from love (See eye to eye)
Give us one shot at life (Let us fly)
Come on niggas (We dawgs for life)
There's mad money out here dawg
(*talking*)
Say Slim, what's the deal baby
(making this money man) uh-huh, true that true that
Check this out, it's going down over here
the side
If you a smart mothafucker, you'll be fallin wit mine
Behind bars, no bitches and cars, we only got time
We're I'm from, time is money and got
up in the Wraith, hit the plug on the way
100k on the face, keeping Ms in the bank
AK by the waist, no I do not play
Get familiar with the money
tinted
These fake rappers gettin by with
These hell of a gimmicks
They act like it's all love
Only love is your money
So when it's over, are you a thug
a crease in her back like some work slacks
Pussy wet, got me feeling like a merman
Ars AKs like the Taliban
Tell a fried niggas getting money like
to your lip, girls gyrate boots and hips
We blow down nuttin's here
Slow down catch crews on the ups and lowdown
Big controllin, money foldin
New
to my stomach it
How we all take prison chances getting this money yeah
Then we post the bag and continue to fumble it
Shit
Put your morals over money
a thousand circles
A man hit me
Saying that he’d be here in a minute
All I’ve got to do is wrap it
And bring it down to the rented
By now, it’s a little past
newspaper, knife crime
Here we go again
Youts be picking up a blade
Instead of picking up a pen
When you're making dirty money
Ain't no time for making friends
In God we trust
Make money, Make money please
Wake up
Rise and grind it's another day
Let 'em hate I'm just a young nigga getting paid
Half of y'all
go)
We got the car house and the smoke, with the dope money (c'mon)
All my niggas that died, over dope money (let's go)
Bust your nine niggas, side
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