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everything, go and get ya money bitches
Ain’t no way that I’ll perform when I am spitting slurry
My vision blurry, but goddamn these women purty
Don’t think

Roll with the gang
My girlfriend got a girlfriend 
Roll with the gang

Only if she with it, I ain't running no game on her
I ain't fucking with no bitch

funds up (Money) 
Charisma and confidence me summed up (Das right)
She on me she wana get loved up (Oh my)
I hate feds I ain't tryna cuffed up (Damn)

I

to me,   just im looking for a  spirit  free
Y con los ojos no se ve
Me comere otro 2cb con unos dabs de cbd
Y llenare las ocb whit the money on my brain

know me
Checked on the gram and she post me
So much for keeping it Lowkey
Got money and changed my position
Now she on me before she was distance
We

Feeling definitive
Look at my wins again, want to start shit again?
Really wanna start shit again?
Really wanna start shit again?
Run it back, to all

got me thinking about future
Feelin like a new man 
All of my troubles 
Are going extinct 
Now I'm ridin my own wave 

I don't know what you'll hear

I remember growing making raps in my room
Everyday going by trying make it on YouTube
All these kids bump my shit even though it was wack
They said

of curling
Lift the bar when I drop a verse in
Money operation when my pockets hurting
No straight path there's a lot of turning
I seen people set flame

so what you tryna say 
Could look and see you can't talk to me any kinda way 
Don't fuck around some of my dawgs get excited by murder 
You want beef

But that's me of course
Im dat shady nigga
With the front seat lowered
Folks look at me funny 
And I clutch my blower
I got money to make
And damned if

Think watchu want
Tell these hoes my name Kyrie, you can think that's my government
Niggas flex with money, really think that's reup
But don't stunt

Cast a look in my direction, then keep on walking by 
I don't blame you 
Ugly on the inside

Just a glance at the cover will tell what the pages hide

know
Daddys whipping quarter bricks mommas sliding down the pole 
I been stackin up my money need direct deposits
I just booked a private flight to take

of that green like collard
Cantona; oh my Lard
Ima ball Ima pop my collar (yar)
Big fish no pollock
Big Pisces no pollock
Grab mic, spit- hold your bollocks

spend their substance in the way of God 
Is that of the grain of corn 
Stop the corning ways 
Some funny ways 
I cancel not my charity by reminding my

sore
By the floor I'm bout to battle with a man o war see
Getting stings all over my body
Got no one for me to go potty
She lied in pullin in my lady

hide the truth from me
I am not now fooled by your insecurity

So its not worth to buy me presents to catch my eye
Try to trick me with your small town

I woke up last and thought I was going to die (oh sad}
I woke up last and thought I was going to die (oh sad)
My doctor came a runnin' and my family

Could you deal with all my demons chasing you
I bet not
Money sucks
Smoking drugs
Can't seem to get
Outta this rut
Feeling like 
Everyday's the end
I

The world is a funny place
Run through the money made
By the exploitation
Of glorified slaves
I know 'cause I lived it
12 Hours a day
On my feet with

I was driving down Richard Arrington Boulevard one day
It was raining and I pulled up to a stoplight
My windshield wipers were going
And I was

by my own thoughts
I am dead broke can money buy my time back
I don't say the things I often mean
The writings on the photo that you gave to me
Is all

I had a rich old uncle who was kind
He said that when he left all his money would be mine
Well he kicked the bucket just the other night
That's when