Lyrics:
I'm on my way to see my po
I ain't talkin' bout probation office
Talkin' bout my po partner just sent me 3 million dollars
(what the fuck that
This is not a fire drill
This is how a fire feel
Working overtime til I retire
You can't fire Trill
Ask me if I'm tryna chill
I already know
scrilla cat, I'm on a paper chase, I'm 'bout that money makin'
Y'all better recognize No Limit motherfucker
We runnin' this shit from the Westside
doo, doo)
So don't fuck wit' me
Young bum niggas, caught me lackin', hit the Wagon up
Now the hood lookin' for 'em, 'bout to body bag 'em up (my
Finna make a money shower fall on a ho
Smokin at the Trump Tower, 'bout to call a ho
Nigga finna make a money shower fall on a ho
10 times out of 10,
hold hands and smile at
What money can't buy
We haven't a mansion seen only by me and
You our days without sunshine are few
Yet we always love even
My money three-sixty, you only one-eighty (That's right)
Half of the game too lazy (yeah)
Still sleeping on me, but I'm 'bout to wake 'em, yep
I'm
I gotta lotta dough
Cause getting money all a nigga know
Ima professional money getta
Ima professional money getta
They ask me what I do
I keep they
his day still comin' (wow)
I don't make threats nor promise, I just drop bands like comments
Don't even ask me 'bout dead folks, 'cause I ain't got no
And what it might do to you
So see if the squirrels want any, it's bad for you
See children, drugs are bad (come on)
And if you don't believe me, ask
wanna ask the game to marry me
Tell that bitch get on her knees huh
After I get my nut you leave huh
Prophet just gotta be free huh
These labels won't be
And what it might do to you
So see if the squirrels want any, it's bad for you
See children, drugs are bad (come on)
And if you don't believe me, ask
and stare each time I roll by
Dirty money don't know what to do with that
Gave my Brodie 10 he went and spent it all on Percs or sum
Play with me or one my
Let me tell 'bout a gal i know,
She's my baby and she lives next door.
Every morning 'fore the sun comes up,
She brings my coffee in my favorite
that ask me for money knowin' I'm in debt
And like my wife said, I still didn't say no
People tryna say I'm goin' crazy on Twitter
My friends' best
Worryin' bout me, ain't never made you no money (money)
Worryin' bout me, ain't never made you no money
Yeah I got a bag, I know you mad tho'
But
Let me tell you 'bout a boy I know
He is my baby and he loves me so
Every morning before the sun comes up
He brings my coffee in my favorite cup
Live and keep calm so I hit the bong
A marathon what we running on
'Bout 50 songs on this hard drive
That could lift me off
We whip it hard
Batch
The girls ask me for that Willie D, that's how I know they feelin' me
It's simple, see, the pimpin' be what got these bitches clipped to me
You may
Oakland got chased by the police
And these hoes want to kick it
I met a bitch from Frisco gave me her number on a traffic ticket
And tonight I'ma page
You know my sneakers foreign nigga (Juheard!)
Yeah, bigger than life
Cookin' up
Big money poppin' boy
Cookin' up
Cookin' up
They talking bout me in
You know my sneakers foreign nigga (Juheard!)
Yeah, bigger than life
Cookin' up
Big money poppin' boy
Cookin' up
Cookin' up
They talking bout me in
You know my sneakers foreign nigga (Juheard!)
Yeah, bigger than life
Cookin' up
Big money poppin' boy
Cookin' up
Cookin' up
They talking bout me in
You know my sneakers foreign nigga (Juheard!)
Yeah, bigger than life
Cookin' up
Big money poppin' boy
Cookin' up
Cookin' up
They talking bout me in
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