Lyrics:
money hit the FaceTime
Adopted in the tenn like I'm coming after 8-9
Fore the blues it was only all white like a hate crime
Member being broke bro told me
leave my side I'll be alright cause I got 45
Two and a half pints I been drowning in the drank that's like 40 lines
She like "Tell me is it you and I?"
spendin' 40 on a steak
Take my cougar on the day she ate half of the plate
Man, I keep it so smooth like when I'm rollin down the interstate
Trying to hit
(Whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, look killa, ay)
(Look killa, ay)
(Look killa)
I come in when they waking up
My twin sliding by, he'll take your money
All
hundred
Get four and a half it come back in nine don't it
Now stay low key when the money keep comin'
Keep some niggas on ya team to show these suckers
Killer
Dope by the pound, lean by the pints, yeah, I pour more than an ounce
Smoke more than an ounce, more water than showers
Shawty showin'
That's the hotline
I drop the top she got the hots for mines
I block the opps the glock got sonic bite
Stuck on the west with only half a pint
Woah
money she be stressing you
Jewelry stone cold stunning any bitch thats next to me
Picking up that weight got me flexing like a wrestler
Imma get a pint
to tax
Askin' me for money all the time, I still give it
My mind be tellin' me to say no, I still did it
A lot of niggas prayin' that I lose, I'm still
Two straps on when I pop out
Touching a lot now
Brody on go I say the word & get you shot down
Look
Let me know, what's going on?
What you mean by
body
Married to money I can’t commit to a thottie
Trap house we choppin bricks like karate
Lu Kane I got them kicks like karate
Yeezy my feet no Giuseppe
Aye
Interstate
Aye, I don't want to sip no Sprite if ain't no lean in it
Send the testers half-a-brick of soft and let a fiend hit it
This shit I'm
as you spendin, but come and shop wit me my numbers lower you’ll be winnin, half pint in every film but I ain’t shoot in Texas, burnin rubber pullin off yo
by Sav
Whole time, you can't get lyft, you gotta pay a cab
What the fuck is a scat, that's a cab to me
Had to slap the fuck out TJ, he smoked a half
Ya man's ain't one him a lil nigga
Keep shit funky its the MOB way
Fuck a Simon let's do what Rob say
Roll a loud el take it to the face
Half
Bart
I talk the hoe, you not my bitch, baby, just play your part
Track runners on my feet, gettin' money four by one
Niggas really out here cheap, they
on a Saturday
Night.
Can't you hear the thunder someone stole my watch, I sold a quart of blood
And bought a half a pint of scotch, some one tell those
nights I had to ride in side
Ina single cell u man ain't had a life like mine
I jus throw dese raps together I been hard from time
Half these other
scene, yeah
Dope man with a hundred needles
No ass ever come between us
Dirty cash, not a money cleaner
Use the Black Card to split the coke
Jungle
Yeah, just call me Young nigga
Our money's grown though
By the way, let's go, yeah
You already know what time it is, let's go
I said I'm Young by
Blue and red make green, just cash the check bitch
Went to the car lot, bought me a Vanquish
Never trick my money in the club with a skank bitch
Big
I met him at the fishing hole
But old Dillon wasn't toting his half pint of tin hide
His roll your own tobacco string was a-hanging from his pocket
out with the old in with the new
Get the money my occupation
You broke you an abomination
Tell who weak minded by conversation
It's a man's world
them extra Gs
Drank got a nigga moving slow like I got special needs
Never needed niggas for shit, that was my expertise
Sand man, thousand pints in,
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