Lyrics:
fingerling
Give dem one by one they never feel like this
Like nah turn by turn no dey buga me no
Man keep on running
Man keep on chasing money
Steady on my
want to get ahead
What kind of person sells a young person drugs?
You bring them up good but don't call them thugs
Third world stories, well they
money and no white
I had this white girl who work for me wipin pipe
Livin' by the sword, a hundred niggaz daily
Who get on board and kill for some
this shit for clout
Get that money cash out
AYE...
I get it popping right now
I get it popping right now
Ain't no stopping me now
Everyone watching me
close by
She don't wanna grind (No)
'Cause her man too close by
She don't wanna whine (No)
'Cause her man too close by
She don't wanna grind (No)
'Cause
teeth fixed
I'm the teflon don boy I get busy
You're legs to strong doing sex with pretty ricky
760 drive by light tint
With two hoes in the whip looking
We had to swerve and swerve the cops
Get on my nerves
With all that talk
We had to swerve and swerve the cops (Damn)
You ready Mook
Gang
Swerve
Judge said to the hooker, "Can you come out to play?
I've been condemning people all day long, that's how I get paid
My dreams are full
People saying if I get knocked she ain't gon' write me
The sick part is all that bullshit excites me
A thug's what I want
A thug's what I need
Even
told me boot up some
(Yeah) , told me boot up some
Told me I won't see the sun
I got too much money (Money)
We had too much fun
(Fun) , we had too much
girls eh eh and Fine girls eh eh
I remember the time Wey dem they Bounce the boy
The boy no get clothes dem they Shenk the boy
Now money don come them dey
to a makeshift portal
And I still gotta pay for a facelift
Bitch get the fuck away from my sandwich
I got laments about the conditions of employment
Homeless in
You cant get nothing from me
I'm in love with the grind all I need is some time, money, and a special shawty
I can see in their eyes that they're
don't involve me
I just wake up think money all day
Wake up think money all day
Go with my G-Pass hustle can't let a G Pass
Then duck off by my lil' bad
gettin' by
If you can't see we bitches ya jags, we forward ya last
We Diamonds ya glass, we get pussy y'all ass. Give me love
We be wearing gloves tied
money till I am dead
I be whippin inna kitchen keep da strap by my bed
All y’all pussy bitches playin hell of games while I get bread
Keep a shooter in
a better mood by the morning
Fast money
Cars, clothes
Blue hunnids, in a row
Bad b*tches pink toes
Getting money, countin rolls
Fast money
Cars,
to wash it down
A bag of ICE CUBEs cuz I
Like my drinks COLD now
Saw a LIL REESE man those get me goin' MEEK
But I was TOO SHORT of change
So it looked
I can't bare to lose you
So I'll just keep you right
By
My side
And if it ever falls through atleast We get to say we fell in love for The first time
workin' for a bastard
I gotta see that money before my ass sees a casket
Get paid, motherfuck a raise
'Cause to all them improper crooked coppers,
I might fool around and fall in love
The money talking I could never get enough
I might pull up to the bank and double up
The paper greener than what
This how it is this how it go
Fuckin with me and get smoked
Bitch I ain't make up the rules I tried to stick by the code
We play with that money
bother
Asked me where I get my name from
Bitch my father never had shit
That's why I always hustle harder
Circle getting smaller, money getting larger
funny, think I should take the money and run.
I see you struggling
To get the right words out.
Try to apologize
But I don’t ever think they taught you
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