Lyrics:
fleeky, fleeky
If I want it, I got it
So trips to Capri is nothing, nothing
See the thing about money, money
Is I'm a fly girl who needs everything
But you
than they said I'd ever do
But by time you hear this song
Sonny, my next album will already be done
And it's-it's just kinda chilling
Last year I was, I
the same
'Cause one of us left, but four of us remainin' the same
It'll be like, just pick up the album, man
I bet they'll refrain from all of their
Intro]
im up by 6am 1Rail
Up by 6am Fleak Type
up by 6am
we be on the grind yeah i be
im up by 6am pay the money
up by 6am yeah
up by 6am unhhh
I'm gonna do is whatever I did (A-R)
Every day I been prayin' to you
I hope you hear everything that I'm sayin' to you
I get money money money money
albums wrong, yea
This is the bonus track
I got a bonus track
You think my album's whack
But I got a bonus track
This is the bonus track
I got a bonus
don't need a place to put my bank
I need the commas yeah
Yea that's karma
Intuition told me that you only for the money
And millions
But I'm bringing in
at the transit in the dead of the night
These fucking zombies, but really that's beyond me
Tryna live my dreams from everything that I seen as a young man
So if
Lola Brooke still ain't been nothing to play with
Get that money sis (sis)
Keep them on they tip (oh yeah)
They be trying to press you
But you
right about everything that you thought about me
I'm a sinner I'm an asshole but I want you to see
That there's a reasoning and you will know eventually
apangako ma profit
But he made his album and he didnt make a profit
His best friends copied it as soon as they got it
Now he's depressed cos the money he
ever decide to sing
Want y'all to love my music but i hate bitches that cling
You might want to get some more bars in before i start to zing
Like albums
of boring and you never hear or see me (Nope)
But I never had a home, never had shit of my own
Everything was on a loan from church moms was going (Thank
They call me Young Gudda,
I'm all about the doe still,
And anybody in my way, Roadkill,
Everything my hands touch turn to gold,
Money, Knots
They call me Young Gudda
I'm all about the doe still
And anybody in my way, Roadkill
Everything my hands touch turn to gold
Money, Knots and Jewels
treat you right girl? (Didn't I)
Didn't I give you everything? (Didn't I)
Didn't I do the best I could? (Didn't I)
I tried my best just to be a man
thing baby girl-o
Let me put gas in that girl-o
She got that thing wife don't got it
Everything about her is just magic
Body skin color worth it
Sell
'Cause i'm so turned on by your presence girl that
All I wanna do
All I wanna do
Is throw money on you
Is throw money on you
Step in my private room (step
people not to trade all her money on the deal, they said to her “you could lose everything if the share market goes down” but she was rigid in her
want a cover girl, a cover girl
One that goes and gets it, she won't wait for it
She can't fake, but she gets paid for it
Cover girl, a cover girl
I
High Wycombe, England, grew up and died in Buckinghamshire, England by miraculous assumption C. AD14/17 where he is known as Infant at the age recorded
High Wycombe, England, grew up and died in Buckinghamshire, England by miraculous assumption C. AD14/17 where he is known as Infant at the age recorded
slow
She caking that's fa sho but just know I'm in album mode
I don't need to say my name yeah they know
You can tell just by the flow that I'm geeking
at the top cause i'm silent
They say money ain't everything but been broke all their life yea they bias
Lil Bro gave the best advice say you must separate from
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