Lyrics:
little mockingbird, sing
Oh, my little mockingbird, sing
I need you to get up on that stage for me, honey
And show the men it's not about the money
the boy was slippin but I wasn't
I connect like the movies get
It cheaper by the dozen
Gotta freak with some cousins
They be always on call
Like the wnba
afford a mistake these days
All of my favorite girls miss Drake these days
Please don't take offense to my ways
'Cause I need drug money
Who got drug
Countin' money by the hunnids
Park the lamborghini at the summit
Either way it flip, we could run it
Never started none this shit
I just gave 'em
one smoke this vibe
I'm just gon keep get money with the guys
I'm just gonna keep enjoying my life
I'm just gonna keep
Oh oh oh
Somebody's gonna get
I pray we all live forever
I pray I'm a servant to all prophets
May I be rich forever
Money on my head, pussy boy, that ain't enough
Bullet to your
t`escape, it`s not an option
Got torture techniques for them lies, don`t ever lie
Just put the car in drive, we can go ride- get this money
Determined
And niggas don't give a flyin' fuck
Talk with signs up, walk with the iron tucked
Leave your eyes wide shut
Money bag's on The Table, gots to get locked up
I pray we all live forever
I pray I'm a servant to all prophets
May I be rich forever
Money on my head, pussy boy, that ain't enough
Bullet to your
you like Tito
I get pussy like a free throw
I get cheese like a Cheeto
You love that girl, she with me though
By the water, palm trees
I got codeine
with you man
You call me beggin me crying all on the phone
Talkin bout you wanna borrow some money
And dis the thanks I get?
(Mayne...
Imma pay you yo'
get 10 more
But just like a g I remained calm
No witnesses a few more weeks I'll be going home
But as the fucking police car drove off g
I
ya box in the mud
Get ya glocks in ya gloves
Ride drops on dubs
We gon' live by that
Make the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol nigga what
Hit
Yea
Fuck whatchu say
I get up and do what I do to put food on the plate
Look, I'll do whatever it takes
I don't have time for games
Bitch I got money
to his crib and just kick his door
If you got money why not get more
I can die right now and I ain’t tryna die poor
Tryna be rich when I’m laying in
always stay awake
The bottom my problems
The thought of it blossoms
To get at that knowledge
To get me ahead
The thought of the money it gets to my head
play by play
Ugh you want the bag yeah yeah yeah yeah
Chase the bag yeah yeah yeah yeah
Get the cash like yeah yeah yeah
Bout this money man swear
Dirty Money Got me Itchin i aint fuckin trippin nigga ask me how i get it
Worried bout a nigga dont ask me how i get
Dey say life aint fuckin fair
splitting
I hustle then i get it
So gimme that quarter million
I hustle I hustle I hustle
You know I'm committed
I'm moving all this money
I be flexin' I
Get this shit by any means
My gorillas they impatient
One thing fashoo
We gone get to that paper
Finess onna pack
And worry bout it later
Fucking opp
Fuck niggas get money
Fuck bitches get money
Fuck niggas get money
Fuck bitches get money
Fresher than a pack of mints baby what they do
She spicy
If you rocking with me
Than you rockin' for free
Cause my loyalties not based on money
It's made up of power
The power is given by powder
The people
moms
(Ye I) Been in the wrong so many times
Money getting long now they claiming they mine
When I was down they ain't hit up my line
Life it gets hard
forth
(Plutogotittockinyo)
You niggas to little
Go outta state and I go get to thugging cuz that's how I'm is
Sex money murder make profits I'm bringing
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