Lyrics:
Henny in a cup
19 on the Sedan, come through 20's on the truck.
Thugged out
NIgga, I love this clout
Put it down for my niggas, plus I love the South
See
the shark in water[02:39.43]Stacking these 20s you stacking the quarters[02:41.11]Went to go pick up a bitch I made a play I forgot her sorry if that was yo
ta' catch the six o' clock mornin' rush,
I bet them niggas down the street ain't servin' more then us.
They look like 20's but I'm chargin'
an you raisin' children
Might be a goat but it's just a feelin'
I'm spilling my blood on this shit
I'm in love with the shit
I got 20s and 50s and hunnids
Legends in the making
20's and 50's and hundreds rubber bands for these dollar bills
Diamonds all on me I'm so icy, I gave em all chills
I'm tryna make some
they know bout my degrees?
Saying that Im hot and I really don't fuck with skis
All in my 20s doing good and I really don't care what you wanna be
You
and shut you up by buying bling
Old man still keep you on the side like you playing left wing
I know I cut you deep girl, this gon' permanently sting
Now
discuss it, I just crush it like Gary Vaynerchuk
I'm good money, no three 16's just two 20's
This is smash and grab rap, it's passionately abstract
You
and pacin'
Well I swerved the curb
Corner action like verb
Cops throwin' the bird you heard
I'm on I-20 wit' 20's (unh-huh)
And beats I got plenty can't
Davis Absolute the Body
You see they judge me by the
Words I won't exchange with dummies
I would never give the pearls to swine
Now they try to take
got some mob ties
I don't hate on dead presidents I like all types
100s 50s 20s 10s 1s and 5s
Yeah but you know I prefer Ben Franklin
New Dior got these
that nigga trembling
When you look up in my wallet
Aint no 20s or no 10s
I just fucked on that lil bitch
But Ima do it all again
If we miss when we come
washed
And folded properly, not into laundry, I'm not impressed
You niggas cut from identical cloths
Tryna disguise but at the seems I can see who you are
Slow Down
'cause You Speeding
I'm Bout My Money
Bout My Paper
Bout My Money Joe
The Fifteenth Is Me
The First Is For Chill
12s For The Toast
And 20s For
thumb 100 in a jiffy
(5s 10s 20s fittys)
Like by the time you count 100 Mississippi's
(1 Miss 2 miss 3)
Buss a bag down, keep it century
(Always Kept
fresh as fuck today
The sega Guccis got me skatin down the street
Its a hot day
I came to serve it by the trays
Dont be a menace
You get punked like
about are money
Down south we get are piece made by johnny
Down south we like to swang on glass
If you want to sixteen you better bring my cash
I'm
who's ready aint gotta look with 2 20s to be seeing whos next (No)
These bitches are too petty, chopping with 2 'chete's, Baggins be out making new press
You do not know me so do not pass me the bottle
Aint no bitches on my dick cuz none of em swallow
Catch the girls with the 20s and the bills
to shoot it out
I was 15, skippin' school tryna move a ounce
Bagged it all in 20's
It was gone before school let out
You couldn't walk a mile in my shoes
You
Windows rolled down screaming ah!
Hey-ey-ey' I'm so paid
Number one hustla' gettin' money
Why do you wanna count my money
I'm a hustla' and I don't need
it up
They put me down
I suck it up
They got corona in they system
Cough it up
I cannot play the victim
Boss it up
20s 50s 100s like a pizza
Toss it up
I'm glidin' on nothin', when I ride I be skatin',
I pull up swervin' on niggas they don't be tryin' they be hatin'
They only ridin' on 20's
They
ta' catch the six o' clock mornin' rush,
I bet them niggas down the street ain't servin' more then us.
They look like 20's but I'm chargin'
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