Lyrics:
got yo honey on me (Yes)
Cause I got this money on me
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, I got this money on me (Hah)
Something like honey on bees (Ah)
And you know I
Every time I'm round you
Babygirl you give me butterflies
Really want you happy
Yea I'm nothing like these other guys
Yea I like yo body
But yo vibe
No, no, no, no, no way
Yo, you try to handle us, get on the air and damage us
Screaming out Harlem (huh)
like you ain't just a fan to us (where
and
Leg like you escaped the Zodiac
And crawled your half-ass ass back home and
Made it to your fuckin' steps
Then got ran over by a taxi cab
That don’t
bleed out
If she can't get away from her nigga (don't you tell tell her)
I tell her, "Sneak out" (don't you dare)
Then I put 'em on molly and Xans, I
They like who that, who that, how you do that, do that
Yeah, my body sitting right but you knew that, knew that
If yo nigga leave with me, won't get
won’t understand it
Bout to get these dollars, like the way I plan it
Empty wallet, never make panic uh
S***
Yeah yeah
You can just Keep
Like a fuckin' onion
Until all that's left
Is just the poison
That makes you cry
Clowns will pay to watch a clown
And I won't let nobody down
I don't
It’s On Fleek
I Don’t Give A Damn If You Don’t Like Ne Cause You Weak
Six Figgas Ain’t Enough For This Young Nigga
If I Can Make A 100 Million, I Can
That boy leachin left em by the lake
Me n juice creepin trynna make a way
been stalking shit till they fade away
Gave em the glizzy I got the Drac
Bet
don't care how pissed it gets you
But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol
This nine'll turn a softy to a hard rock
It'll make Jehovah's
make you believe they don't have greed
While stealing from yo plate before you even get a table seat
Duck tape yo mouth don't get to speak, we live in
baby blow it like soup
I'm so hot I get paid to be cool
You not from my set then get out my section
Fuck your birthday, my presence is a present
having motion man yo gang ain't lit enough
Ain't no way yo gang that pussy i don't tell em when 2 go (Aye)
We got blick I Send em on a blitz we all be
these songs feel like Ne-yo
I been practicing, been working on my ego
We don't post the arms we bear, we ain't in Memphis Ian ja morant
Bro thought he
Some real shit
Always love yo bros don't never fall out bout no bitch
Focus on yo health don't lose yo self tryna get rich
It be the ones you love
the greatest form of flattery
Punk don't flatter me
I slam you like a pogue on my dog with no fleas and ticks
Chicks love them light-skinned rap niggaz
Yo
I gave you the keys to my heart
And you threw em down the drain
These days I don’t know what to think
Most people throw it away
Don’t be so hard
they was sellin' izm
Words by Phil be a leader not a follwa
Don't let the masses of technolgy swallow ya
La-d da-d we all likes to party
I'm
Yeah
Yo
Uh-Huh
Got 'em shaking like a seasoning you know that ass jumping
Manny on the beat to get 'em bumping girls pumping
Booty cheeks fighting
to state facts that I did not mention
Sucker MC's I hate the most
Next time I make a record you should listen close
Cause MC's like me are the real McCoys
math like a hypocrite, 24/7
Don't get sick, don't get strep, don't get bronchitis
That's the finest
Itty bitty tip, that you gonna get (true)
Baby,
Yeah I don't really need you anyway
I'm too gone off Bombay
I don't give a **** what the law say
I'ma make it rain like its tax day, like tax day
some brothers gone that you would never see again
Have you seen yo mama cry my nigga, do that shit feel good to you
I can’t leave my OG by herself told
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