Lyrics:
stopping 'til my clique popping
Swimming in barrels of money
Ma can walk around with her head up
'Cause her child ain't a dummy (yeah)
It's funny,
We can all get some, and we can give some back
And if its done correct, we'll make more than noise
So pick it up, and pick me up when you're bored with
girl
Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good
Hey there, Delilah
I've
(my man)
And don't you mess with him
Brother said he been robbed so many times
I reckon he just couldn't take it no more
He took a five dollar bill
chill
Catch me in Brazil, ratchet on, little glass of Tequil'
I swear to the real, my real, if I don't win
Then I won't spend, I'm grabbing bill
Bakin'
My oven stay prepped and ready for the heat they takin'
Niggas done took this road and failed they ain't have proper placement
Some of you niggas
Yo Bill, what in the fuck you doin here?
Aw shit
I woke up on the wrong side of bed today
Lookin' for some homo sapiens to slay
Lost in
stunned by some small change
Bitch, do you see this chain
Bitch, can't you see I got ya
Life in my pinky rang
Dope game cocaine, boy I done sold it all
No
She stole my heart just by the way that she smiled
I couldn't resist so I grabbed her butt
She said what's wrong with you fool are you some kind
She stole my heart just by the way that she smiled
I couldn't resist so I grabbed her butt
She said what's wrong with you fool are you some kind
you'll never bow down
To a crown
These are freedoms you have every day
Because of the Bill of Rights
No one can take 'em away
Number one
We made
own
God bless the child that has it's own
God bless the child that has it's own
Uh!
Breakfast was made by
Bills was paid by
Private school tuition
child support
Women deception and they lies
I'd rather keep my jim' in my shorts than save a hoe
I have to go and serve state time
There's always
these dollar bills, don't think that's ever gon' change, thats real dawg
Demons workin' overtime, they don't take no days off
Blinded by the hate lil
a plan B if your trap phone startin' to get cold
If somethin' happen to your plug and your bills startin' to get old (damn)
Fourteen, just lead by
miracles somehow do exist
And anyone can be kissed by lady fortune
So I gathered up my skirt and tucked my wallet in
Grabbed my bag and the sling I carried
on Hennesey
And I, can never pay your bills
Cause I gotta keep it real, real, real
I got my key on the passenger side
So ain't no scrub in me, me, me
up
He said, the war took my brother
The good Lord took my mother
And the years, well, I don't know where they all went
Until that roll is called
or die
Police - can't see me ballin
Sippin on hennesey-sey-sey
And I - can never pay your bills
Cause I gotta keep it real, real, real
I got my key
I wanna hear Him say, "Job well done
Welcome home, my child, your race is run
You did some things to be proud of
But the greatest of these was when
it
I want to hear him say
Well done well done
My good and faithful child
Oh Lord it's been a while
Can't wait to hear him say
Well done
Well done what
old hymn
They call me Whispering Bill
Well today what I want to whisper is hope
Whispering hope oh how welcome thy voice
I got another letter from
Get 'em
Living life on the east coast
Way back in the day tryna beat most
Anybody that wanna do what I do
Well, let me keep it a hunnid with
Mmm, mmm, mmm (better stop playin' with me)
(Bitch better stop playin' with me)
Bitter, oh, mad at me, mad at my nigga (better stop playin' with
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