Lyrics:
big extrovert
She bad and boujee but want a lot more than a few squirts
More like Beamer to match her new purse
Really go and get green shopping for
[ VERSE 4: Tek ]
All I need is one night, one whore, one million dollar score
Tell God to look out for one more
Matter of fact maybe more than one
So
over a lot of them
But gotta call in my mind
There are these few people who fight for me
Yeah we turning up the speakers, 'till the neighbor falls asleep
the Pyramids
I swear life's a bitch, on a period
For every inch they cut the nose off the Sphinx
I make my jeweler add a few more links
You can look at me tell I
the Oriole on my Baltimore hat
But the only thing I'm addicted to is rap
My friend wanted everyone to do shrooms for his birthday
But his roommate was more
that poolroom hung like a fog
When he talked it sounded like a growling dog
He said, "Would you care for a dollar on the five or nine?"
Now this man
(Oh my God what is this? And L beat?)
I'm living proof that you could do it too
By time I turned twenty-two I had an M or few
Get it had a M
has legal issues that
Hit the market in early 2021
For the first few years of it's existence
XRP traded well below the
Dollar it was only in 2017
That
tasty for a few and murder for the group
A dead-end street with a lemonade stand
Where is the sky in upside down land?
That question is hard if you
The world don't need you
Don't let them deceive you
Numbers lie too, buck your pride too
That's for dedication
Thought money would change you
Made you more
Diamonte
If it ain't 'bout commas, I ain't gon' holla
I gotta pay bills, I'm about my dollar
Fold my cufflink and pop my collar
You internet
aint set in stone
I keep 10 toes to the ground cause I put on for my home
all i see is flashing lights blinded by these dollar signs
wont text back dont
West Peace, P.A
Remember them long nights by the store
Made a couple dollars, tryna make a few more
Had to move that world like a tour
Cut a bitch
nothing, unless his buttons get pressed
We don't stress nothing, we only get dressed
Stretched out, moving professional, frying more fish
I heard it in
duffles between me
Soon as I land, copping a Fiji
Gon' make it look easy
live and die for the lust
Only few left cool
less of them more of us
Big dreams,
hustle is daily I stay on my grind
The dollars that follow are just the reward
Watch for my people
I still play my part
My siblings they feel me
Although
and wanna compete
Slapboxin in the street
Niggas get mad, tempers are flarin'
Cause they got a few bitches starin'
Just for the nappy heads
But
Mom-and-pop stop-and-shop
And, oh my god, it's gotten
Too darn hot, like my man Cole Porter said
People come through for a few cold waters and
A lottery
Got a new anthem for the coup de tat, tell society we coming out with buddha pose
We pushing the cocaina, white girl smirking harder than
I do own that (cap)
In the booth, I'm livin' proof like I'm group home dap (talk to 'em)
Gave the homie a few more stacks, he sendin' bullets
Till, till I ain't trippin' No more bout them dollars
Cop a few whips and a couple of houses
Grab em' and flip em' for a couple thousand plus
Residual
they can send me a few of yours
And by a few I mean way more than two
You can times that by twenty and tell 'em to come through
And watch them get
Heaven
Heaven knows that I've made my mistakes
That God, what a guy as I say my grace
Who would of thought by making birds migrate
For the winter I be
Reminded me of young niggas from 'Ville
Straight out the projects
No faking, just honest
I wish that he had more guidance, for real
Too many niggas in
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