Lyrics:
(verse 1)
woke up from a long night of sex this mornin
Brushed my teeth, got fresh this mornin
Hear my girl talk a lil mess this mornin
Hit the hood
of sex to be stuck by the punk
We are the ones who must sport the position
Rich homes with money and food
Abandoned for the bums on the street
[Chorus: Krayzie & (Layzie)]
Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector,
Needin' me money, no ease up tonight,
(See niggas can't stand us, so they label
the mix
So I walk over to him, bro I don't care who you wit
Man you better be like G-Rock and "go and get that bitch" (go and get that bitch)
I let Bubba
mine
Surrounded by my angels and we all shine
Holy, holy, holy, holy key
And I'mma celebrate it for a long time
The drama couldn't break me, now it's
microphones you boys a bunch of clones clones riding round in the Chevy blowing strong strong we putting on cause I'll money long long and I'm just trying
When I die
Fix that tie
See man that's why you can't go over there
That' why nobody has and that's why nobody ever will
One kid did and no body ever seen
ain't got the answers Man, I'm just another guy
And in the Spirit I identify, qualified by the anti-lie mind that you've come to rely on to help you pry
winnin'
We don't worry 'bout the losses
I counted so much money, I'm exhausted
Been ballin' so hard, I'm exhausted
Had a run so long, I'm exhausted
We just
to bless us with money me my n**** finna glow
Don't think about it we gon take it slow
Man it can never be leading to nothing
Now the youngin moved from zero
Dolce & Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they want her
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
A hour later have that
Dolce & Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they want her
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
A hour later have that
Sicker than your average
Money too long, can't stash it
In the closet or the mattress
Paper, stretch like elastic
Checks from advances, the bank can't
Sicker than your average
Money too long, can't stash it
In the closet or the mattress
Paper, stretch like elastic
Checks from advances, the bank can't
his face
A Young Nigga ain’t got time waste
I aint time for jail or another case
BUDDAH!!
Pop the clutch,rev it up, get it up
Bikelyfe man you know I
Hum V (V)
I'm surrounded by these RBGs
(HEeee!!)
We get green, roll green, and eat green like sebi
Born in them 80's
I clown like I'm Bailey
This
an airline 'cause easily I'm that high
Fist full of money mix some green in with your black eye
Greedy like a fat guy, I eat a nigga franchise
I beat him by
wouldn’t sound like that
I’m probably going nowhere fast, but that's fine, man, I think I like this cul-de-sac, ay
It's becoming clear that none of y'all
Trust in us, and thus you trust in your life
Lucin, Lucien, Lucien, Lucien
You should know (what)
Oh shit man, what have you done to me, man
I
Trust in us, and thus you trust in your life
Lucin, Lucien, Lucien, Lucien
You should know (what)
Oh shit man, what have you done to me, man
I
saying but those days made us stronger
You know what I mean? Un huh
Yeah drink up man
That's right drink up man hold 'em high
I wanna live in mansion like
and y'all some peasants
Man some randoms
Getting new money and I mix it with the old
Getting new chains yeah, these some real gold
Fucking with Gunna, hoping
a pimp ? ? ? ,
And slang this quarter like calone, by that nigga pervis ? ? ?
Ain't no limits to these hits that I make
The ice cream man, the king pin
young but a grown man, could tell by my stature
Stackin' money and problems as I wait for the rapture
Death never been no threat, I be chillin',
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