Lyrics:
could've been a crook
And baby you're so smart
You know you could've been a school book
Well, you could've been anything that you wanted to
And I can
I'm sitting low to the ground, plus I'm mobbing on 20's
Young up in the game, and got a pocket full of money
So much jealousy and envy, plus these
sacrilegious
Money hungry people! What's "bad" is called "good," what's "good" is called "bad."
Man, things are getting illa and illa. To have a million
undressed you like,
Why, nobody will oppose.
When ev'ry night the set that's smart is in-
Truding in nudist parties in
Studios.
Anything goes.
could've been a crook
And baby you're so smart
You know you could've been a school book
Well, you could've been anything that you wanted to
And I can
If he run up on Doe Beezy, that's gon' get that fool hurt (boom, boom-boom-boom)
Put some money on my head, you gon' get your goon murked (yeah)
I
she's so smart
Ask a question, expect a riddle
Fuck it, I'm out for the gold
Out with the new, stick with the old
These bitches, they say they love
will oppose
When every night
The set thats smart
Is intruding on nudist parties
In studios
Anything goes
When Mrs. Ned McClean God bless her
will oppose
When every night
The set thats smart
Is intruding on nudist parties
In studios
Anything goes
When Mrs. Ned McClean God bless her
will oppose
When every night
The set thats smart
Is intruding on nudist parties
In studios
Anything goes
When Mrs. Ned McClean God bless her
will oppose
When every night
The set thats smart
Is intruding on nudist parties
In studios
Anything goes
When Mrs. Ned McClean God bless her
Uncle Tim you treated me like your kid, gave me my street smarts
Aunt Esthe, Aunt NaeNae and Kim, y'all some sweethearts
Ant, nigga, you know what it
fan
Had my hoodie on and got shot
Up by a white man
Fucked my girlfriend and put some
Money on her nightstand
Couldn't find no T194 so I popped a Xan'
(Fuck)
That ain't your money
So stop bringing dog shit around
Twenty-five hundred MoneyGram
Just picked that shit up downtown
I'm a clever ass nigga like
Nino and we living in The Carter
A lost soul, wonder where the gospel is
Cause the government got us like hostages
And the kids don't read
Being smart
sports ain't talkin' money
I got a hundred on my report
The realest doin' it
I ain't lookin' for no awards
Plus I don't need a trophy for
Doin' stuff that
with a thumbs up and a smart remark
The art is sharp, in color I'm mad yella
Snark when I'm gonna barf "my bad
Fellas!" as if! Sniffing rock bottom
Pop
OH-OH! You want more cash
You want more money
You want to get the sweetest honey
How do you wanna do it if you don´t
Talk to us-GIVE IT A BREAK NOW!
smart for you to act
Like you ain't got shit (Stay low)
Play it lowkey like Fritz
And reap the benefit's
These niggas, they be bootleg
Don't keep it 10
where I started
And every time I had to pay
It was the game where I charged it
Saw some stuff that would
Make you disheartened
Gettin' money, bet they
your eyes
Did everything I could to get this money right
Was robbin' in the hood just to go shoot some dice
Was robbin' in the hood just to go get
een beetje als je ice hebt
Belasting op huid, zoek die money netto
Paar goons van me wachten op eis, maar geen Cornetto
Het is niet makkelijk als je
Okay
Chorus
Dear me
When youu0027re down you stand up taller
Donu0027t forget to drink your water
Youu0027re smart as hell, youu0027re your
bin, in meiner Zeitzona (ah)
Hab' Money manifestiert
Sag' nie was, was nicht, was nicht passiert
Wir kamen mit Palmen, Palmen auf Beats
Auf einmal
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