Lyrics:
I can’t do it
If it ain’t about a profit
When you at the top
You gotta look out for the bottom
The snakes gon slither
And the owls stay watching
Them
We done did it all for profit jumpin off that porch
Wake up everyday I gotta thank the Lord
Life begins when you jump off the porch OTP
Straight off
I don’t remember days since
Didn’t add profits And count cents
Used to be broke and that’s past tense
I don’t remember days since
Used to be
weak ass shit...)
Back to the profit, uh and now I'm back to the profit
(Blow for blow for real, let them niggas know you blow for blow..)
My ex said
Pockets
Im Stacking Up
My Profits
I Get It
I Got It
Aint No Doubt
About It
Im High
Its Clouded
Im Lit
Im Louded
Im Iced Out
The Hottest
Aint No Way
To Stop
I take the difference and profit it
Money talk fast auction it
Run off the leash can’t walk wit it
Hard to deal with I adopted it
I take
alone, am here alone
Am gonna leave alone, nobody’s going with me
what will it profit me if I gain the whole world and lose my soul
Oh I need your grace
deep, take a sit, then see this is reality,
what will profit a man to gain the world, and lose is soul
spiritually spiritual, religion religion,
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
(I was in the sunset making)
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Imma gonna make it, profit
All these bitches' bullshit, gossip
As underrated as it gets
They say I've been making hits
I've been making since a jit
Do it free with no profit
I don't do it for the riches
I don't
Blood - sweat - tears - yeah - I traded it for profit
Outran fears - but they waiting in my coffin
I can't slow down cuz I hear the demons talking
Bang bang bang
Ma vie, ma vie, seh nur Cash, jag den Profit
Flucht vor der Police, jagen Nissen in zivil
Ma vie, ma vie, seh nur Cash, will nur
Goyard)
No pockets, ayy, yuh
Stuff 'em with big profit's
(Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci)
It's not a purse, it's a messenger
Still got yo bitch on my
L. O. R. D. E. K. O. M. I. N. D. O. N. G.
La Nature humaine pervertie
Vice et vertu intervertis
Tu n'es plus le même quand rentre en jeu le profit
a lick and make a profit
Ain't no clip this is a rocket
You ain't shit I am a profit
All this guap is my pocket
Hit a lick and make a profit
Ain't no clip
The city full of profit, I secure the checks
Some n***** took losses and they still in debt
Going broke for a chick nah that ain't the flex
Nah nah
every morning counting digits
Make a profit baby that's the only option
Gotta make it flip, gotta make it flip
Gotta make it double, gotta make it triple
eyes
Needles will lie where I sleep I will die
A raccoon's life, the ire of mankind
Profit over life, profit over life
The city is clean, ask the police
yeah
I sell out the show and then double the profit
I took a trip to La
I made like 10 racks in a day
They hatin like get out the way
Nah, nah,
THE STENCH OF ARROGANCE SPREAD
NEATLY LABELED AS ENVIRONMENT THREAT
HAZY LEADERS, SO FAR OUT OF THEIR FUCKING HEAD
PROPHETS OF PROFIT
UNITED FULL OF SHIT
And the rich one's will profit
They will profit
You'll suffer all the day
You make me sick
In other countries people die
Cause they have nothing to eat
So what's
Hit my phone everyday if money the topic
Please don't be out here baller blockin
Fareal get some money
profit off this move yea real profit tho
Aye
Pop it, lock it, gimme the profit
Hell yeah nigga don't you stop it
Lock it, drop it, gimme the profit
Hell yeah nigga, run them pockets
Pop it, lock
It's further away
You can't hear me say
I still can't efface
Acknowledge your gaze as it broke away
Profits don't matter when the money's the same
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