Lyrics:
on your block
Wit glocks, let ya brain rot
Mob tactics, bustin shots, there's a freeze on the pop
What blood clot? means no money, no honey
And that's what
of the Benz-E
Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
Face and body Frontenac, don't know how to act
Without no vouchers on her boots she's
nonstop, gotta keep her howling
Money I'm counting
Stacking them up, raindrop, gotta get my jacket
Honey I'm lounging
Back on my couch, it's Louis Vuitton
the weed dreams, I drop top to the breeze
Honey dip spendin' Gs on nails and hair weave
The crime boss, takin' no loss, excessive force
We can play
your money
And you know she's got you running
In the land of milk and honey
No one sees her coming
Steal you blind and take your soul away
She just
'm the type that'll give, let me give it before you go ask
She wanna spend all my money and not give me no pussy like chill where the fuck they do that
I think
yo the milk went sour
All I wanted was some Honey Nut Cheerios
Now I got to eat this dry cereal
Turned on tv
And landed on the news
The world still
fuckin' make racks
On racks on racks on stacks of dough
Do you understand hoe?
I'm tryna make this money
Honey
Honey
You know
You know
You know
You know
You
Well hey, you know that lady on the top floor of my buildin'?
The heavyset one with about ten children?
You may remember her as a slim honey
when
of these hunnids
You can't count you get lost
I see that you bummin' so why is you stuntin'
What is the cost of chasing the honeys
Instead of the money
It's
Take your money and cap you with it
Tell your girl I'ma mack you with it
White and red pearl
Cadillac you with it
Face to face I might shake you with
Chalk back sword and swallow her kiss
I will love you in the presence of doubt
I will love you when there's no food for your mouth
Give up the ghost
How you claim you gettin' money
When you ain't get no money
Ya still bad down broke
I see smokin' but it's fronted
I heard the old man was po'
Do he
you vanish
Now you're nowhere to be found
No one heard a sound
Your no one in the town
Thats know by no one in the crowd
This my world bitch I’m god
hits gone kill sipping honey fresh out the seal
Slowed up taking some sips thinking about some money to flip
Ugh I got respect to get ugh so I
on me I don't take clownery
Mixing up with the drip on some Wizardry
Y'all smoking the loud Harry Pottery
I be playing for money no Lottery
I just wanna
've been feeling kinda hopeless
Don't know how to save money, it just comes and goes
Come spend the day honey
Yeah, I've been feeling kinda hopeless
But I
Keep it on the hush
Yeah they all talk but they ain't saying much
Know that real Gs move in silence, that's tough
We live by the motto all hustle no
devastated by fist and fury
Drug me through undercurves, your punishment and end is torment
Amen to walk and lied a vi key guy when lighting strikes.
I
And think they cool
I get a honey
My homies get a honey
We all gettin paid
And we all makin money
You can be a real fan
You can be a fake fan
You can catch
shit with no pots and pans (By myself)
Rocking that drip yeah the Ksubi pants (I'on need ya)
I wakeup, put this shit on (Put it on)
Get high as fuck,
this shit with no pots and pans (By myself)
Rocking that drip yeah the Ksubi pants (I'on need ya)
I wakeup, put this shit on (Put it on)
Get high
the shoreline at night
I'll give you this dance for two lovers
But are you sure
cre you sure
It's not as lovely as you think down there
No, no
Honey, do you
tunner winter shit, tell me I ain't a winner
??, Got my mind on my money and my money in my pocket
Who the fuck gon' stop it, time for the honey is up
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