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it by the gram, money loves my hands
I pull a few bands out a plastic bag
And it all add up
I'm real good with the math
I turn a quarter of the gas

of the week, when you fucking with me

If you fucking with me, you better get your ass out there
And make that muthafuckin money
Rain, sleet or snow
Rob,

pop?
Niggas you know that it bangs
It's the cop cop!
Make you no call all ya friends
Only only only where the money dey
(where i wan dey)
Only where

sweaters blue flags
And s hats
Started from the bottom
No drake cause I really struggled
No food mad plates
So I had to hussle
How you compare yaself to me

a scene)
Getting this cream don't intervene, yeah yeah
But every Thursday I need Supreme
Tee by Noah, no Jakim, fell in love with CDG
This fly shit boost my

on stand by (Real niggas)
Fake love ion need none (Unt unt)
Niggas talking crazy
But knowing that I keep a gun
Came into the world with nothing
Already won

know is how to get this money Out here in the game
With the money comes the pain with The pain comes the fear
With the fear comes the paranoia in Between

town
Drake done did it I'll do a lap around
I got a different sound
I don't copy what they say I make my own bars
So I can get the foreign cars with

up
This ain't even how you get it, this is just a pre-cut
On some regular, I ain't even really slick talkin
I been runnin' to the money, bitch, I don't

brought a Drake with me
Everything he rapping bout is make-believe
I just messed up his girl's hair and her Maybelline
Brought my fye in the party, it got

Black Shadow, you're so fuckin' mad
I'm countin' money with a smile when I was broke shit wasn't funny
I got hoes from out of town, New Zealand

JKO
I stay in that boohooman drip
I brought all the colors to match all my whips
I feel like Lebron in the six
Checks with the nike i'm getting

touch down
No press
Back end hit
So you know I gotta flex
Turn 2 to the 4
Road running with the jets
Fetti with the drake shoot em all in the head
Turn 4

on a back street
I don't want to end up
Getting covered by a bed sheet
Mama crying while her son
Is lying on the concrete
Young Chalino I would die for all

I've been earning gold call that pretty living
But that metal cold, started heavy giving
I just wanna 'Vette with the ceiling missing
But you can get

got more money than me
He must be in punk
Brand new forgies on the whip it like I'm driving drunk

She want a pill gave her a tesla
Just like Elon Musk

I see the money and my eye twitches
Sweep away the competition acting like some witches
Along with eye twitches I can't help but fidget
In a place I

like NASCAR

Fly around my city with this hammer, throw her an Asgard
Can't keep gettin' fucked up by these hoes, where the love at
Bitch too tight

My Story

Z-Ro

Z-Ro vs. the World/King of da Ghetto

2002

Who is my friend who is my foe, I just can't tell no mo'
Cause seem like everywhere I go, somebody got a problem with Ro
It might be somebody from

imma lose all of my friends, 
I look them in the face, say it’ll pay off in the end, 
Time is money what if I run out of dough that I can spend ,
I keeps

about
Love with the money that I walk around
Filth was around me I’m uncovered now
Now I’m on top with my bills and ahead with a crown
Look around look

only watch from binoculars (Damn)
Bitch pussy good, make the roster cut
She don't perform then I'm dropping her
In then I'm out of her
My niggas with me

Let's take it back to when I was ten
Stealing weed from my dad smoking fat with friends
Sometimes I like to sit back and pretend
That we could travel

dropped off quick
Think we lovin', must've lost her shit
Bitch smack you with the Mossberg clip
Tell her friends I got big dick
Run out house, yeah, that's