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and want feel on my pants
She just think by bout bands bands
Ain't thinking romance
I just want you to dance
Money is all in the plans
Go head let's turn

who to blame
I always give my last coming through when it's clutch
Giving time & money but shit I guess it's not enough
I got friends I love more than

sure
Girl, we gon' be cool, yeah
'Cause that is, that is, that is, that is for sure
I've been strugglin' all my life for good
O lord, could you please

wa Ok
Me and you for my Maserati
I love the way you the drive me
My baby no de look person
Your money no fit trip person
She said she no go ever leave

straight
I had to step up, do my job, and carry all the weight
So I thank God for His mercey and His holy grace
Cause without it I know I wouldn't be right

I got some stress she tells me she can solve it
Said she can take away my pain just gotta keep her by my lip
I don't need help, know I just got it
But

running in and out the back like Coachella ?

All of em tricking getting money wasn’t special 
If you looking for Love I’m sorry bitch we can’t help ya

Had

talkin' bout
But my money I'm all about
Pull up at yo block in the run-about
I flew and crashed in this game and blew up like twin towers
I said it on my

No cars, I float
My back is sore
So sick of carrying all of this song
One in the back and I did it like
They gonna tell me it's wack
I'm gon' give 'em

cloths
Take yo money take yo keys
(Yeah)
Damn I like yo taste
You know shit get messy gotta keep it all In place
Never say I love you girl so why you feel

tripping
Multiple digits got me sipping
Why she flipping think I'm dipping
But she likes it, is why she dripping
I got money, all of a sudden
I am funny,

crows
Don't got time for no locusts I do the most
Nigga these are not Vans these Comme Des Garcons
Man yo bitch is a fan, she know all my songs
I got sick

brang to the game that joy and pain
I love getting money, ya’ll blood and fame
Champaign in the game, campaign my name

Yes sir, sir yes (x3)
When I pull

argue lets stop the commotion
I left all my exes they cheated dont wanna be open no more im just stuck being broken
I kept all that shit in a bottle my

(HONEYWOODSIX)

I was fresh home, dead broke, still
I felt blessed (Blessed)
All my niggas gettin' money, still
I felt left (Ah)
We was buyin' light

well oh shit
They call me Anubis
Oh well oh shit
Money like I'm Jewish
Oh well oh shit
All my niggas shoot shit
Oh well oh shit
Told him not to do this

Fillin' the void I'm just
Killin' the noise of the
Voice in my head
Some good choices some bad
Folks rejoicing folks sad
But we all in our bag
Cause

I'm killing it

They surprised by the come up they jealous
Wanna be my friend cause they see I'm up now
But I can forget what they used to tell us

breathe
It's a war going on and you can't fake the solider
By my granny's age she thought all of this would be over
How do you live sober with death around

feeding us all pollution
Distorting niggas minds and causing us mass confusion
And I'm just tryna change that
But the color of my skin black I can't change

My eyes see attractive candy
I smell the most alluring cloud
The bank says it'll come in handy
I feel as if I'm missing out
The images are all around

the cause more gifted Than Santa Claus me and my queen Like latifah we ready to set it off
What you know about that grind That hustler state of mind
Get it by

Infatuation leads to lustful thoughts of bending you over

Baby tell me where the hell you been, all my life that is
Savage classy, bougie and ratchet like you

Russia, though (Gra, ya dig)
Desert eagle show no love, it just lust niggas (Fuck 'em)
I see all the fuck shit with my eyes closed (With my eyes closed)