Lyrics:
Oouu I spent em'
Please don't you play with my income
Bringing it right to you and some
Why don't you watch what you say
With a dot on ya face
Oouu
something weird came up
Coronavirus. It was here. Now guess what
I don't get a paycheck. Meaning I got no income
I got no income
I got no income
I got no
playing checkers and chess
While you was in an NBA vest
Knew there was a tribe to feed so brought income to the nest
Niggas playing checkers and chess
While
long as the Outcome is Income!
(Break it Down!)
Everything you doing already had been done
(Break it Down!)
I see you doing that subbing like a bench
a bum
YNR, Yung and Ruthless, you know how I come
Stackin' all this blue cheese addin' up the sums
I ain't talkin' mathematics but I get income
Yeah you
Bitch im ant son
Keep some bread and a big gun
Check my stats
I get shit done
Make mo bread then yo income
Say Im gone die that shit gone take long
Run up
into long-term investment vehicles
No-brainer, first-generation wealth builder, passive income maker
Her humility feels like a forced reflection
Long as the outcome is income
Imma get the income and then some
Imma get the income and then cum
Imma get the income then run
Man said his life stay
SET MORE BUSINESS
TO GAIN INCOME
Look pon wi children
And build Mansions
Bright Future
WE HUSTLE HARD
WE NUH FI SLEEP
We look on GOD
He’s
income, income's bread crumbs
I've been trying to survive
The glow that the sun
Gets right around sunset helps me to realize
This is just a journey, drop
on the income must fall to the sea
There is no escape from his Majesty
A long time he a tell you bout the duttie square breed
A long time he a tell you bout
Bagdad shoot, Bagdad shoot, eh
Combined Soviet gun
Takes or makes income, eh
Da combated Arabian Mecca
Shoot, shoot, shoot, eh
Combatants welcome
you that things will change.
Just don't let your life's income determine your life's outcome.
Hey Jane.
She had a good job that she traded for cocaine.
(wow)
She miss my income (okay)
You know I got big funds (wow)
Stack it up and then some (yeah)
Real nigga in yo system (whoa)
In yo system (whoa)
on the income must fall to the sea
There is no escape from his Majesty
A long time he a tell you bout the duttie square breed
A long time he a tell you bout
Stars in the sky
I like them better than you
Stars in the sky
They tell me what to do
I don't care about your city
Or your fat income
I don't
me, please get me, please get me some
I don't have any disposable income
What if I'm working
What if I'm up late
What have I become
How do I prove that
Fuck getting physical
I got residual income
That's prolly what you niggas making this year and then some
Niggas actin like they know me
Never seen
Nigga say he want some nigga gone get some
Bitch i got da juice and i kno u wanna sip some
Ion care about that outcome i care bout that income
I
turn up on this one
Aye
Trap so hard for the income
Trap trap trap for the income
Check my phone, can't miss none
Check my phone, can't miss nothin'
She
General Ledger
General Ledger
Debits and Credits
I always respect it
I feel like a million
My income is precious
Me and Yi wrote this
And me and Yi
Girls on the west end
They was tryna start sum
I pulled up with Mac 10s
Told em let’s go start sum
I been getting bags in the mail
That’s that income
not flexing crumbs
Where's the income, stand up from the jump
Is there a problem? I got loved ones with a gun
They shoot it just for fun, they shoot it
Yeah I had to run up a bag had to jug just to get to the racks
I'm ballin out I got a bag Ralph Lauren ballin no income tax
And I all know is finesse
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