Lyrics:
It's Friday and my bills are due
My 3 month old baby need some shoes
Can you feel what I'm going through
Clock on the wall keeps ticking tockin
What's a Satanist? Grab a brush I'm paintin' this
People hatin' this, Some of us are Atheist
Got my faith in this, This the point that Congress miss
Yeah
Grave Gang
Let's work!
I'm just tryna party with the crowd
Do a dance, make the people get loud
Soon enough the world gonna know how
Hit
Count that money down as if I'm on a mission
Bitch I gotta get it I'm chasing these blue Benji's
Loved by the D-boys
Feared by the fuck niggas
Respected
them hoes
Actin' like you mac'n you don't know whats happenin'
I'll be in my bag, I'm never slackin'
Gotta go get it by Any means Necessary
Ha Ha Ha
shinnin' like I'm richer
But chrome wheels spinnin' so people can take a picture
Ain't never comin' flo throw some diamonds in my jaw
Put some pipes
shinnin' like I'm richer
But chrome wheels spinnin' so people can take a picture
Ain't never comin' flo throw some diamonds in my jaw
Put some pipes
Me? I find that staying in my lane's boring
Like always eating steak with Cabarnet pouring
Naw I'm grubbing etouffee with some Beaujolais
And now people
the flo
I got Matic out the roof
I got snow out the window
I got dogs in my circle
With one call I could murk you
I could ball by myself
But on you
G's move in silence like lasagna
People say I'm borderline crazy, sorta kinda
Woman of my dreams, I don't sleep, so I can't find her
You niggas are
do
Nobody, no one does it better
Look out the window and drank and chill out we get high
It's 1a.m and the crowd is still live
Relax to the groove by
you are with no peep hole
Antisocial don't really like people (Uh huh)
But I'll slide on ya b**ch like a wig (A wig)
It depends on what mood that I'm in
Don't lie while I'm by your side and
Don't cry, know that I'm your ride and
Go fly, it's not where you reside and
Go by, go and take your stride
seas
I'm pimpin' this gat
Watch me hidy flice these hoes
Leave em short changed
Take they fame and roll
Wacth em all fall to tha flo'
It's a t-k-o
through all and I'm still living
Only real ass people still deal with me
Know some niggas right now who will kill with me
Pull that chopper out let
worried?
Play somethin' that is very, very vibe-worthy
I don't want my mind alerting
People sayin' tweetin' gonna make you die early
How 'bout have my
glass
Not none of that old fake ass costume jewelry, that looks like brass
I'm lookin out the window while you play Nintendo
You drive a Navigator, I
and organized glass
Not none of that old fake ass costume jewelry, that looks like brass
I'm lookin' out the window while you play Nintendo
You drive
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
need none of that cause I'm Bone, Bone
Look at me tipsy sippin' on Grey Goose, finna let loose cause I can
Fuckin' with people that's off in
the cold
Once celebrated, to bring warmth dashy joys
Now it's all about the presents, flashy toys
The true meaning faded, love chased away
By status
a Pope
Word to mother
Serial, killa, style from the Isle of Stat
My peoples are you with me where you at?
Shit's gettin deep in here, I mean like thick
pain on the flo
Been through so much bullshit man these people come and go
Mane I seen so many thangs yeah these hoes just come n go
a rude awakenin', by ignorin', I pull the signs
Why did I give you the keys to authorize shit on my behalf?
Now, I'm scarred and mortified
What did I
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