Lyrics:
that's another reason they mad (I know that why they mad)
Feature prices goin' up, double tax on the bag (tax, tax)
Me and Shiesty came out the mud, we
Coming through in something flashy
I ain't paying no taxes
Bitch I'm not no taxi
Elèkes on my neck they'll tax ya
Powerful spirits in this game
Cost
Fuck a bitch, get rich
I'm layin down the rules its a game that you lose...
its mob, its money over bitches everyday
I'm layin down the rules its
stacks
Sixty M's later and three hunnid tax
Still losing weight with the south on my back, nigga
I pray you play by the rules
I came so close
blast (blast)
It feels like you owe me your heart and soul plus tax (plus tax)
You ask me to delete all the nudes that you sent me
Don't worry, they
time, stunt a couple
Months,so you know its tax time, 2 bands,3 bands,4
Bands,5, 6 bands,7 bands,8 bands 9 all them bands,in
Ya hand,at,one time, stunt
and you didn't write the rules to the shit
Not the inceptor, so you're gonna pay a tax for it
Cause you're a public entity, property operating in a meat
out to Florida
Can't lose
Come to these bitches I cant choose
Nigga fuck the blues
Kicking in doors know we breaking the rules
Blowing jet fuels
Smoking
And as government gets bigger, in order to
Support it's increasing size it has to
What? Tax the individual more
So the individual gets littler
And to collect
to symbolize that
Putting us in jail for the with us living tax tax
I can see the wires in the levitating act
I can hear the lies and they're calling them
We were made to break the rules
Take the time to take me out
You were useful, now your used
So we gotta figure out...
If our love's elastic
Prove
But we still livin' tax free
We just tryin' to eat
The New World Order
Ain't got shit on me
Cause I'm still bangin' hard
Up in these streets
They tryin'
Everywhere I go I'm getting to the bag
All I wanna do is buy the block back
I finesse them with the write off on my tax
First you spend It, then you
k'ajola
Moni K'ale gba pounds dollar
I know my gees Aje won para
Shey you know this
Tax refunding cash mailing
K'ato laju nsin k'ato ri nsin
Omo oro mi ti
to get these racks
And I got that homie tax
Tell them hoes to run it back
Run it back
I got some new money on me
And these bitches can't control me
If I'm
limits
Plus no rules for parties
And a culture of me
Is how we came to be
No term limits
Plus no rules for parties
And a culture of me
Is how we came to be
die baddies, ogen on to different things
Like Gucci and Prada
Can't speak money don't bother
Oja, first rule, don't play
Second one, pocket full
Third
limits
Plus no rules for parties
And a culture of me
Is how we came to be
No term limits
Plus no rules for parties
And a culture of me
Is how we came to be
the stash than me
Y'all bitches wanna ride, c'mon it's on me
I guess it's my time, all eyes is on me
Man everybody wanna rhyme like Rule, sing like Rule
Sacrifice his soul to the gods like a lamb
Never paid a tax to Uncle Sam
I'm the type to bless my biggest fan
Never been the type to be a ham
I been
with some tattoos
I gotta get it cause cash rules
I put that work on my face
If I brows and I ball to the wall
Then lil nigga you know I must stash too
I was fucked up found
Myself In a situation and
Now i cant look back
There was no rules
There was no regulations
When we was sitting in
The trap was
(Uh, oh)
(Uh, oh)
Too many M's to make (to make)
Too many rules to break (to break)
Too many fightin' that case (that case)
I gotta find my
spend it like I get it, I'm a cash addict
Every year I be trying to up my tax Bracket
Ask about me in your city I do Mathematics (I do numbers bitch)
They
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