Lyrics:
know was get out and get it
I stay on the grind all night â¬"til my feet go numb
Blowinâ¬" moâ¬" weed than Cheech & Chong
Livinâ¬" by the motto: To each
ambition how the fuck you gone compete
Boy it ain't no competition I be working by the week
All this cash in my deposit make yo bitch fall to her knees
Can't
Pray for me oh oh
I done everything wen dey talk
I done pray I done fast I done cast
I no fit bind all my demons
I done settle with my demons
We just
trying to get my money right
So you could kick it with baby, but get your mind right
What the fuck is up, you messing with a G
Warren to the L to the be
All I wanted was a pencil, a little gold
A little money in my pocket and a Phillie to roll
I'm makin' records, now alla the girls are on my tip
I'm
the gate, and got the camera with ???
And twenty g's in my draws, money taped to my balls
And I really can't move [Why?] or that shit might fall
and mines and no else, no nemesis
Cis, move yo Plankton ass, I'll show how you a tranny sits
In my bag, named it Krusty Krab, you got beat by a fag while she
woo)
I got me cash addiction (Let's go let's go)
I need my money straight pronto
No I can't wait tomorrow
I'm with Hec the honcho
He making it rain
was tryna ball
I was down wit no bags I had to get it all
I get my money like big meech they think I'm servin dog
And Ko was cookin' in the kitchen we
bubble
But we'll be getting by alright (uh uh uh)
Midnight is on the low
No front just sing the flow
We're speaking all in code
To get to the place
with a capital
G
In my city fuck niggas gotta pay a fee
All my runnas run the block like novi lee
Me and varner want the money and the power
Count 24 in
my strife
Playing wit a knife
Not prepared for life
Trynna raise the stakes
Nahh i ain't drake
Running with them snakes, you bound to catch a case
I'm
the street
Now every shadow that I meet
They all know my name
And they whisper
"What's a matter hon
Don't you know you're riding on the ghost train"
Montague street
His friend Eddie he did the respray
So he couldn't drive it all last week
And it cost most of the money
That he had saved up
To pay
would be
Just to make ends meet
But I have to send money
All the way back home
To my family
stadiums just like Billy Joel
Quincy Jones would be in my studio
Recording Phill Collins on the drums for my album
All paid for by my own discography
Oh
[ CHORUS ]
The fast lane, half heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin, ain't nothin funny
Raise the risk, raise the profit
And can't nobody stop it
existence
It gets harder to unwind
I'll just eat my breakfast
Try to keep my questions
Starving all night
out in the suburbs I met
My true fine love
Down in
on my
I be getting to the bag
I be on my, I be on my, I be on my
My money shit, money shit
Change my way of thinking
Letting go of all this pressure
That
perform these sacred tasks
They cross themselves and offer up their checkbooks
Slight suffering is not too much to ask
Besides, we all are making money
on my wrist like a God damn slave yeah
Niggas know I'm paid
Playing bout some money niggas know I can't yeah
And I'm clean like fades
Hoes on me now and I
my little goddess
I feel like I'm Roddy Ricch
Beat up the box bitch
My lil baby look like money
These other hoes nonsense
We can go on a trip
Fly
the money came well fuck them bitches
You know I'm bout it gotta pocket rocket for my nigga
But when the choppa out he turn into a hoe my nigga
I been
range, we ain't doin' no drive-by's (yeah)
I still right here wit' hollows, nigga, and I got my Glock out (facts)
She keep tryna watch Netflix, bitch,
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