Lyrics:
the ringtone
I'm haunted by the ghosts of flip phones
Get sentimental when the work gone
I got my mind on my money
My money on my mind
If your mind's
confront me
Long as I get my money next Friday
Now next Friday come I didn't get the rent
And out the door I went
So I goes to the landlady
I said you
the trenches trying make it through
By thank God i made it to a tv show
Trying to be a fucking Star
Get the money fame and riches
I was working hard to get
Boi it been official
Lost blinded by the system
Makin me keep my pistol
Blowin me like a whistle
This evil out here to get you
This evil out here
and streets get blazed
I don't joke, don't find funny, when these teens get raised
By these folks that count money when the heat get sprayed
I will not dumb
Im tryna take the time to get to know yuh better
You used to fuck wit lames an I know u fed up
By the time I get to know you you was playin catch up
get touched by random bitches when I do a show
You lose friends you lose bitches
Let em come and go
Heart broke you shedding tears
Make ya heart
I'ma blow out his brains, in a way I'ma Play, I'm just tryna get paid, and I'm Dodging
The hate, ain't got time to debate, you Get killed by mistake,
(white)
Fuck a peace sign, you gon' get hit one time (bah, bah, bah)
I get that fish scale, turn it to hard white (white)
Live by the street life, that's
your elevator go up? (Nope) You ain't rap too tight
Right, you can tell me, G-H to O-S-T
Two hundred Bees'll get you killed by coke head Skeet
This is
But if he plottin on my dome
Goin get his dome blown bitch
If there’s money being generated i
Want part of it keep a low profile stay low
Key won’t get
I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh
ed, tell a story of the streets
[big ed]
My nigga jay got his ass snatched, why wasn't he strapped
Kidnapped by four niggas dressed in black
Ahh dats
it, we get money together
Hood niggas we eating and we die for whatever
See they sacred of my niggas, they wouldn't give him a bond
I said, free
gotta get it (Get it)
I'm grinding on a daily man I know I'm gon' get it (Get it)
I heard you say you getting money man why you lying?
My drip is crispy
sun
You talking shit come get some son
Fuck that fuck you
You just a used tool
Money making bitch
For labels that's you
Mother fuckers sick of truth
Flocka!
Yeah I'm a hater, fuck your wrists
Yeah I'm a hater, fuck your life
Yeah I'm a hater, nigga fuck your money
Fuck your car, nigga fuck your
a lob (lob), threw that bitch a lob
I could tell that she a fan, I'm a rock star with no band
I get money in advance (yah), then I do my money dance
Condos under CPN's
Just to get my money up, had to cut off the middleman
Middleman and some fake friends
Now I'm sittin' in this Benz, just me and my
I never asked for this
The fact that I’m alive is much to my surprise
In fact it’s straight miraculous
I feel that I’ma die by my demise
Before I can
ride there ain't no discussion
Then I see that he's a brotha money ain't enough for em
(Go get that)
I think I need some help
(Go get that)
I can't do
to work even harder now
I thought, Harder now, harder at what?
I would give up anything to get up and walk out of here, but
I'm stuck on the corner
a ballerina
I'm a hero, you a zero
I'm a hero, in the mirror
I just walk in, turn this thing up
I be about them bands
Money make her dance
Surrounded by them
Cuz i got too much money on my mind and i been too damn busy on the grind
So when she tell me she love me she know that she need to stop lying
Cuz
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