Lyrics:
get out of here
I'm making money dear
I don't By the Jordan threes unless I buy a couple shares of spyg
You can not hang with me if you do not have
I wrote my new song on a five dollar bill,
But I won't be able to sing it until,
I get hot on the trail for to pick up the track,
Of the dirty little
She just wanna ride around the city in a Rolls straight
You just wanna go and get the money
But you don't think
She ain't got no goals
Ain't got
Not today.
Niggas like us, you know we stuck in our ways.
Ask Lisa or her niece huh, I never pay 'em money.
Had a little freak by the name
Curtis' kryptonite and the nigga Joey Crack know
Whoever said, ?The Game over?, musta had a hangover
Get money, my driveway sponsored by Range Rover
I got
patron
Never fall out by money
Cause' we gone' get some more
I'm from the streets, I won't fold
I just live by the code
My double cup is so dirty
Sex money and murder -- elements of the streets
You either play the role or get your god damn ass beat
See I can get the pussy and money is a must
Drug lord they're calling me a drug lord
(Brooklyn, Flatbush) drug lord
(2007) look
(ShakeDown)
Cash, cash, I gets hella cash
Shawty don't judge me,
you scrolling on TikTok
I hate when people hit my phone and they ain't tryna shop
You better get your money up before your ass get blocked
I'm addicted
Uh, uhh uhh, Kel's
Young, M, ex, tra, money, let's go
Girl you know you got a body-adi-adi
(do you like it?)
Where you get your little body-adi-adi
Lean bop dip slide
Money talk we don't waste no time
Girl I'm needing you by my side
Let the music take over your soul so baby just
Lean bop dip
I no say you will do everything for me so papa god make you know dummy if I get money today I don't get connection if I get connection I don't get
the streets grow worse
Fuck the whole world kid my money comes first
Cause I'm out for the gusto, and trust nobody
If you're not family, then you die by me
is a rock-a-by
Split additude, like they gemini, playa give me my
With the five mites
Coz spendin my money is my right
Knuckle up coz motha suckers is
table filled with all this cash yea yuh
Ain't no loose change we keep all in stacks yea
Aye
I said I love all my money long
Get a bag and run along
Spend
up then I'm Cena, get stupid bread like I'm senile,
Know she say she love but don't mean it, thought I needed you is you stupid,
I'll be a loneboy by
Yo I don't wanna work a 9-5 just to get by
I wanna be living life with my fucking guys
Getting waved
Smoking trees
Getting high
I don't care what he
get by fine without you
I lie about you
You got no spine only mine
Don't you know wrong from right
It's up to you
You're such a fool
See I'm
Hold on
Get off
Get bands
Get money
Get bucks
Give no fucks
Them boys, get no tucks
Riding
Smoking
I'm deep in your bitch throat and she choking
money
They start moving funny
Me and my brother that’s Bevis and Butthead
I need two shawties the others are off it
I get their holes wet just like
some bitch holdin' his money down hostage.
Got keys to his cottage, done changed the law and the act,
and all he get to do, is eat that funky hoe
your bitch get though (yah)
Whole lotta money got these bitches changin' minds
Whole lotta money got them wanna stay around (swear)
Way too much
got new ones
No fake ones trust no one
It's Boy better know till I die
Tryna run up in the bank like Bonnie and Clyde
Cause man get money with the gang
money flowing
Creeping down yo block masked up with aim can't catch corona
We did a drive by in dem all black suburbans
Sipping on that lean clutching
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