Lyrics:
money
They say Young Khalifa, why you sound like that?
Then how the fuck you blow it by the pound like that?
How you young but you still run your
pockets tryna drink from my Faucet
Young nigga done spent a few thousand on his feet
Finna put the forgiato's on the mf jeep
Roll down the block like
finish off a fifth, I don't see nothin' wrong
If I spend a few bands when I should have let it stack
I can make that shit back, I don't see nothin' wrong
straight, yeah yeah
I'm lost in the land with faith in my hand and that's how I stand, yeah yeah
We got some bands and we got it made, new young heavyweights,
mind is not what it used to be
He's getting weaker every day
But she's determined to stay by his side, till the end
Oh, in her chest beats a golden heart
bunch
I'm going back in
Okay, I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded
I think you stand under me if you don't understand me
Had my heart
no one to send a letter to
Would you mind if I sent one back here to you
I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they
Back by popular demand
I'm the fucking man
Focused now I'm getting the bands
Count it under hand
Fucking up the summer
I'm just
Fucking up the summer
that bitch nigga lose it
Man, I'm as strong as this game
Ya'll be knowin' my name
A young high strung thug
Nigga created by pain
Livin' my life in
If I look back
Think of my past
Yes I’ve always had it in my head that I would count stacks
Rubber bands, they wrapped around racks
Nice home with
flight
I need you by my side
I'm in the uber
I'm going straight home
Baby call me when you get there
Girl don't waste no time
I dey lose ma mind
I dey
doubt in my mind that will stop my grind
I just want to find my inner me to forgive my enemy
I want to spread love in the world
Words as my sword
I want
solemn oath, he said, Allah is the witness over what we
Have said
And he said, O my sons, do not enter by one gate, but enter by different gates
And I
think in the back of my mind
Or maybe I'm blind
I'm done telling lies
Like bitch I got feeling
I might even cry
An I
Hide Behind
The talk of the tough
you down, so wassup now
Enough bands Imma put you in a bussdown
Always love the way the I cook cause' it bite back
Put it in reverse, lemme see you do
see 'em again
We had a good time, now back to the mission and back to the bands
Bringin' out, bussin' 'em down, get to the bands
I hit her phone, she
band wood ,
That black flag swag is part of my man hood,
That pistol on that seat its just keepin ya man good,
Ill pop his top like drops and can goods,
little
Murder all on the song, paying attention to the rhythm
I drop a couple bands, my nigga down in Florida a come kill him
I drunk too many cups, I
As soon as I get it, imma stack it and spend it
Like joel osteen stuff the bands by the kennel
Soon as I cop me a demon
Drive that bitch off
Young hot nigga they can tell they can tell
Yea I'm on fire yea bitch what's that smell
Straight gasoline like I'm sponsored by shell
Came from
finessin' (straight up, straight up)
I came up a hundred bands a week straight up finessin'
Been on that weed, with my team
Rolling with my team, yeah they
to me
Man Eli disappeared bro you just gotta bear with me
I need two hundred bands on my chest when you bury me
My demons be feinding to hit some they
brothers again (Drum Dummie), yeah
They killed my hitter, they killed my brother
They killed my woadie
They got me up late sittin' by the window with my
I'm gonna let these slide
We're the best
Look at what we drive got picnic tables on my lap getting high
In the back of that maybac and it cost five
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