Lyrics:
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Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
Wake up in the mornin' (Wheezy outta here)
I'm already high by the time that I get suited up (high)
Only Heron I'm doing is Preston
I leave bad
Like 2 Chainz, nigga
I'm different, I'm different
I'm different, I'm different
Shit different, lit different
Drip different, sip different
clean money spend it to get dirty.
Make clean money spend it in a hurry.
Swerving in a side-by-side vision blurry,
Riding high gettin' lit up
the only one to blame(honey)
Didn't hear you scream NO!
When you was trickin' off my money
But you left me hear to clean up yo dirty laundry
(Oh yeaahh)
raidin'
Makin' money now, so we upgraded
All the losses we dun taken, young bosses in the makin'
Freedom on the line, forget the time I could be facin'
all of my oneyma (nigga im trigga give me all
of my money) players get bustin when haters discuss
it they shake lit makin hooligans with the lyrical
papayas
Before I polly
Red lightin' the Bob Marley
So I can cypher God bodies from the John Gotti's
Everybody a voss, sayin that time's money
Women
bounce off walls like a sentient Roomba
Just found out his creator's stupid
Lit by the supermoon, I'm too lucid
Plus got shrooms in the blood, I'm
gotta get it by any means
Ice on my arm (Arm)
Ice on my bitch (Bitch)
Look at my arm it's lit like a bic (Bic, bic)
Got the keys like Khaled shit
I'm so
her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But there's got to be a better way!
Words and music by John Kay, Michael Wilk and Rocket Ritchotte
A ring on every finger, a girl on every arm
He drove his brand new Jaguar while
You understand me?
For me, music and writing
No connections, no car, no money, no bankroll, no clothes
No nothing
All I had was the will
try to play the middle, snitch, wind up in the hospital
Cat on a hot tin roof with no fiddle
Put your money in the middle get broke like coal
bro
(Money makin bro)
Kundy jdou potom
Jak slepice po flusu
Chtěj se vozit v mercedesu
Neuvidíš je v autobusu
Radši tý buchtě
Nikdy nedávej pusu
Moh
Bought by the dope fiends smokin'
And what about the brother wit' the good jobs
Savin' money and workin' hard?
Bought a house for his wife and kids
Ya
this
You know, all these niggas out here just
Talkin' this East coast, west coast bullshit
Niggas need to kill that shit and make some money, you
where the pockets is
Private prisons give officers incentive
Renamed slavery market it’s imprinted
If they gon make money they makin it offa niggas
Its
Wasn't makin' half of what I spent
Tee Newman passenger, we lit
I just got with Mocha, that's a lick
Conversation with the boss man, look
We was
her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But there's got to be a better way!
Me I'm makin' money, me I'm makin' money,
Me I'm makin' money, me ah me I'm makin' money,
Dollar dollar bills, dollar dollar dollar bills
with the gavels, look em' right up in they face
While a nigga under oath, plead the fifth, then ask if I can smoke
Burnin' dirty money but I keep
all by my lonely I'm makin' the calls like a ref
Keep to myself on occasion but you know I'm in the booth
Where I be
You cannot say eight hundred
dab on a hoe like
Pull up clean like
A nigga too clean
In my pocket
In my wallet
Got blue cheese, uh
I cut off my True Religions'
I'm makin' a new
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