Lyrics:
of my money don't do no fraud
I say black lives matter, but ion really fuck with people
Smoke a wood all by myself and i get higher then a eagle
And this
scrounging, sayin', "Justin, I'm down!"
It's too late, I don't need you by side
I'm getting money and fame, now you all wanna come for the ride?
Enough of you
You've gott a P I M P and all I want is the money
She went to work and the niggas were fiendin' yo
She had the biggest ass that you ever seen
In fact
petty hustlers out there
How to have it yo' way (okay); Get Dough Or Die (yeah) floss at all cost (yeah)
Cash out, mash out, brought to you by, Grand
I'm wishing for some money I don't even need a lot
I just want a couple thousand whenever I want
Is it too much to ask from a 9-5
Everydays vacation
the love of cash, your honor
Traffickin' across the Verrazano, coke and the marijuana
See, my persona glitters in gold
Unlike them other money getters who
Gators snappin' on my feet like they fresh out the jungle
There's a nine in my vest, but it's a tec' in my Hummer
I know I make y'all niggas wonder how
Cash money nigga I'm that shit
Weezy Baby, ugh
That's what I'm talking about
Now Fab, spit at these niggaz and let them know why they ain't fuckin'
Now your neck got disconnected by the Lynch Hung necklace
Hey, I leave 'em red, and I don't eat the head
Let the Tec spit and chop niggaz down ta
off the scales
Makin' money off the books cause we crooks droppin' shells
Bomb threats, AKs and nine-techs
Palms sweat when we pray for your death
Cash
But when it come to money, thun, I'm not the one to laugh with
I'm after for what cash can bring me brothers
Me and my demon lovers blast and laugh
the rest
Whole different breed why I worry less
I fill up my bag and then grab the excess
Naked by nine, I met her at eight
Make it look easy with a stack
leave on tv
Going hard young nigga I’m greedy
Hungry a boy, should seen how treat me
Designer stepping man I make it look easy
We working like 9-5 nigga
and everything you do
(I gotta get the cash)
Just sittin' away watchin' the days go by
(Now you got to go)
I dream bout Leah Lando, make all the luciano
And girls
a bag full of racks
The 9s dope crack we the shit
Hold on bitch
We back to hit all licks
Body these beats am with Getts
We grind no pushing no bricks
Aye,
This some real la familia shit ya nah mean
We pass that shit
Yeah we pass the bullshit
Money on top of money nigga, the conversation
on freeze
Ballin', count up my money, aye
Your bitch know that we be stunting, aye
You think you cool 'cause you buzzin' a bit
You get stung, the draco get
by his self
He was on them 24 them
TV's sitting in headrests
Keys in the ignition
He got a phone up to his ear
Walking out the ATM so I put my car in
Fuck it, I'm gone cash out a couple k's, i'm gone Break the bank
Thought he was tough, beat him up, till he can't Even walk
Disappear without a trace,
Hunnid bandz, hunnid bandz
I really need that cash
Hunnid bandz, hunnid bandz, hunnid bandz
Come to me wit that check
Hunnid bandz, hunnid bandz
to drop
We ain't gonna stop till it's trending
My set soon blow man it's pending
My intentions to be real money spending
Real money spending, or real cash
birds tell me
In they mouth like listerine
Imma b on yo tv screen
Gotta problem then say it to me
She into me
Stack up the money not jus for me
Gotta Let
still scream "Fuck the World" _Til My Casket Drop_
I give a fuck about parole and these bastard cops
He could see me on TV coat with two glocks and a P
and music, disrespecting the market
Like a Mexican martyr, boy, I do it to death
Nothing left with the carcass, squeeze a Tec on the target
Aim the wreck
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