Cll i wanted was the Money and a Cuban link chain diamond rangs and a old school Chevy on them thang 15's beating wit some fresh candy paint. out here head first like f*ck what a nigga think.
"Verse"all money ain't good reverberate in my brain wise words from my Moma told me i need to change lost my soul to the game shit I'm
No longer the same medicating wit the pussy help me deal wit the pain
Open wounds still hurt cuz the tears got salt in it
Played in the streets but never thought we'd got caught in it
You danced in the party me and my niggas fought in it
Dying bout respect me and my niggaa authentic
Threw our hood up they stole off now we all
Scrapping
Bruh got the plug on the work now we all trapping
Niggas tell hoes shop wit me they all capping
Serve the wrong nigga and get bopped
It can all happen
Police send a blitz we gotta protect the quarter back
Dropped 9 in the pot ain't get a quarter back
Had to cut my nigga off he started dipping in the pack
Once I loses trust in you you can never get it back
Cll I wanted was the money and a Cuban link chain diamond rangs and a old school Chevy on them thang 4 15's beating wit some fresh candy paint. out here head first like f*ck what a nigga think.
My Youngin never hesitate up and he spit with
That
Sell a brick then tell him where it's at he gone get it back
Turn around and sale the same work right back to em
Nigga say it's up now guess word got back to em
Think i give a f*ck if we beefing because I'm vegan now
Caught em lacking but he still breathing i guess we even now
Granny say that I'm a heathen i need to do some repenting
Baby Moma know my secrets now she using them against
That's why we can never be but she can still get my kidney if ever in need of you carried my seed for me we living off weed money
Wasn't nobody supporting us
Unexpected drought the government done jammed the boarded up streets full of H miggas dying to to snort it up
Stacking up the profit that I'm making trying to hoard it up
Feds in the city move the trap and change the burners up
Wait until the coast clear the ima run it up.. yeah.
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Cll i wanted was the Money and a Cuban link chain diamond rangs and a old school Chevy on them thang 15's beating wit some fresh candy paint. out here head first like f*ck what a nigga think.
"Verse"all money ain't good reverberate in my brain wise words from my Moma told me i need to change lost my soul to the game shit I'm
No longer the same medicating wit the pussy help me deal wit the pain
Open wounds still hurt cuz the tears got salt in it
Played in the streets but never thought we'd got caught in it
You danced in the party me and my niggas fought in it
Dying bout respect me and my niggaa authentic
Threw our hood up they stole off now we all
Scrapping
Bruh got the plug on the work now we all trapping
Niggas tell hoes shop wit me they all capping
Serve the wrong nigga and get bopped
It can all happen
Police send a blitz we gotta protect the quarter back
Dropped 9 in the pot ain't get a quarter back
Had to cut my nigga off he started dipping in the pack
Once I loses trust in you you can never get it back
Cll I wanted was the money and a Cuban link chain diamond rangs and a old school Chevy on them thang 4 15's beating wit some fresh candy paint. out here head first like f*ck what a nigga think.
My Youngin never hesitate up and he spit with
That
Sell a brick then tell him where it's at he gone get it back
Turn around and sale the same work right back to em
Nigga say it's up now guess word got back to em
Think i give a f*ck if we beefing because I'm vegan now
Caught em lacking but he still breathing i guess we even now
Granny say that I'm a heathen i need to do some repenting
Baby Moma know my secrets now she using them against
That's why we can never be but she can still get my kidney if ever in need of you carried my seed for me we living off weed money
Wasn't nobody supporting us
Unexpected drought the government done jammed the boarded up streets full of H miggas dying to to snort it up
Stacking up the profit that I'm making trying to hoard it up
Feds in the city move the trap and change the burners up
Wait until the coast clear the ima run it up.. yeah.
"Verse"all money ain't good reverberate in my brain wise words from my Moma told me i need to change lost my soul to the game shit I'm
No longer the same medicating wit the pussy help me deal wit the pain
Open wounds still hurt cuz the tears got salt in it
Played in the streets but never thought we'd got caught in it
You danced in the party me and my niggas fought in it
Dying bout respect me and my niggaa authentic
Threw our hood up they stole off now we all
Scrapping
Bruh got the plug on the work now we all trapping
Niggas tell hoes shop wit me they all capping
Serve the wrong nigga and get bopped
It can all happen
Police send a blitz we gotta protect the quarter back
Dropped 9 in the pot ain't get a quarter back
Had to cut my nigga off he started dipping in the pack
Once I loses trust in you you can never get it back
Cll I wanted was the money and a Cuban link chain diamond rangs and a old school Chevy on them thang 4 15's beating wit some fresh candy paint. out here head first like f*ck what a nigga think.
My Youngin never hesitate up and he spit with
That
Sell a brick then tell him where it's at he gone get it back
Turn around and sale the same work right back to em
Nigga say it's up now guess word got back to em
Think i give a f*ck if we beefing because I'm vegan now
Caught em lacking but he still breathing i guess we even now
Granny say that I'm a heathen i need to do some repenting
Baby Moma know my secrets now she using them against
That's why we can never be but she can still get my kidney if ever in need of you carried my seed for me we living off weed money
Wasn't nobody supporting us
Unexpected drought the government done jammed the boarded up streets full of H miggas dying to to snort it up
Stacking up the profit that I'm making trying to hoard it up
Feds in the city move the trap and change the burners up
Wait until the coast clear the ima run it up.. yeah.
Writer: COMPOSER UNKNOWN, AARON GOMEZ, DONTE FARRAR
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management