Lyrics:
They judge you by your money
Or the color of your skin
They read you by the cover
Don't take time to read within
They judge you without jury
count up some money like I was just rushin'
Then I had poured up the tussin with lean
Then I had popped me some molly like, "Woah"
Made that bitch
jigg, glorifying medallions
Got me in clothes made by Italians, feed me lobster and scallions
Watching her pile on my bed, her body feel stacked
She
you stay actin' funny
I keep gettin' money, fake shit, keep away from me I just want some commas, everything else dead to me
Did it by myself, I made it
Get the money first and laugh later
Get the money, get the money first and laugh later
Get the money, get the money first and laugh later
Get
To chart success or to the
Label making money the YouTube views
Are there, that is
But the songs haven't always made it to
ITunes in time to monetize
Everybody grind everybody want the money
Everybody trying to get to loot
Rolling up pine all the time busting rhymes
And I'm thinking that I might
Trenches
Wey Obahd ji lines biaa
Zukko
Adim a-ga hard I'm going harder
Always be the head kam bu the father
Money must be made Oburo para
If I no
power on the engine
Looking for your bitch she missin'
Pull her ass in, I'm fishin'
Prolly gon shoot like the Pistons
Money love me it's addicting
fast u can see the vessels
Gettin more money cant do the lesser
She give me brain like a school professor
I made thru all the stormy weather
I swear I'm
Yeah ah
I was made by the mess (Play with the drip it got slippery splash)
I was made by the mess (Check at the combos they stitched up like that)
I
My niggas hustle for money bagz
We made a way for the money bagz
You ran away from the money bagz
Don’t say sh*t when you see we got chubby bagz
Stiff
that we know
We gone get money that's all that we know
We gone get money that's all that we know
Too many losses ain't taking no more
I made a promise we
invaded by Italy
Right side Paris left side flaggin'
Paper is is my main chick me and money married
And that's all a nigga know bitch
That's why
Got the Queen by my side
He made one more move
Now the King has been dethroned
I raised the flag, it’s time to escape
My girls did fine, it’s time
I've been losin' touch with my family, it ain't the same
I should've gave my sister some money, but I made it rain
I should've hit the crib with my son
I asked him one thing, just give me my money
The money, money grows, yeah, just stop acting funny
You made it but its cancelled, yeah, you a phony
a lease to myself (duh)
This shit is peaceful as hell
I clean up myself
Stood by myself
Made it with the Lord (get the money)
Stood by myself
Made it with
“Honey”
She was dancing to a song by AC/DC and it shook me. Really shook me.
So I approached her with a dollar in my hand. I said “I want you.” “I know
that money flip that money
Spend your money (Its yours)
Made a bunch of money?
Yeah I did
Want a bunch of money?
Yeah I do
Tripping bout a bitch?
No man
get made, tryin' to get that paper
Me and my neighbors, we shinin' like lightsabers
Ain't handin' out no favors, we lucky to be alive
Smoke somethin'
More money, more problems, tell me what's worse
Gettin' audited by the government, givin' up millions to the IRS
Or havin' to take a paternity test
of seconds we rich
Now it's all about kimo bricks, and fresh toxics to get is in the mix
It ain't hard to tell my clientele by makin mayor
But fuck the cops
carga'o (come on, come on, come on)
Truenito es el siguiente, ya to' saben que sí
Si subimo' al escenario somos ACDC
Si yo voy por tu barrio y to'
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