How he make it to the top he from the bottom aint it
You can check my rap sheet I aint gotta fake it
That money talk im talking back oh yea we well acquainted
Im counting chips Im smoking cookies feel like famous Amos
Bout that bread nothin sweet oh no this aint a danish
All I hang around is shottas i think im Jamaican
That money talk im talking back oh yea we well acquainted
Im counting chips Im smoking cookies feel like famous Amos
Im counting money smoking reefer at the same time
A nigga like me now thats something that you cant find
Bad bitch, thick hips, slim waist line
Just to keep her gotta treat her like she aint mine
In a room full of suckas I feel outta place
I run the streets all day and night but still im outta shape
Im filling right i keep a spliff up in left hand
Im counting money never counting on the next man
Big cheese yea my pockets full of sharp cheddar
Hot boy still cooler than the fall weather
All my niggas put in work thats ball together
I never carry dead weight im not a pallbearer
Money talkin tell me something that i aint know
Im respected in them sections that you cant go
I was trapping then I woke up in the same clothes
Bitch I whip it till its off the chain like django
How he make it to the top he from the bottom aint it
You can check my rap sheet I aint gotta fake it
That money talk im talking back oh yea we well acquainted
Im counting chips Im smoking cookies feel like famous Amos
Bout that bread nothin sweet oh no this aint a danish
All I hang around is shottas i think im Jamaican
That money talk im talking back oh yea we well acquainted
Im counting chips Im smoking cookies feel like famous Amos
How he make it to the top he from the bottom aint it
You can check my rap sheet I aint gotta fake it
That money talk im talking back oh yea we well acquainted
Im counting chips Im smoking cookies feel like famous Amos
Bout that bread nothin sweet oh no this aint a danish
All I hang around is shottas i think im Jamaican
That money talk im talking back oh yea we well acquainted
Im counting chips Im smoking cookies feel like famous Amos
Skinnydip - Famous Amos Lyrics
Skinnydip - Famous Amos Lyrics
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How he make it to the top he from the bottom aint it
You can check my rap sheet I aint gotta fake it
That money talk im talking back oh yea we well acquainted
Im counting chips Im smoking cookies feel like famous Amos
Bout that bread nothin sweet oh no this aint a danish
All I hang around is shottas i think im Jamaican
That money talk im talking back oh yea we well acquainted
Im counting chips Im smoking cookies feel like famous Amos
Im counting money smoking reefer at the same time
A nigga like me now thats something that you cant find
Bad bitch, thick hips, slim waist line
Just to keep her gotta treat her like she aint mine
In a room full of suckas I feel outta place
I run the streets all day and night but still im outta shape
Im filling right i keep a spliff up in left hand
Im counting money never counting on the next man
Big cheese yea my pockets full of sharp cheddar
Hot boy still cooler than the fall weather
All my niggas put in work thats ball together
I never carry dead weight im not a pallbearer
Money talkin tell me something that i aint know
Im respected in them sections that you cant go
I was trapping then I woke up in the same clothes
Bitch I whip it till its off the chain like django
How he make it to the top he from the bottom aint it
You can check my rap sheet I aint gotta fake it
That money talk im talking back oh yea we well acquainted
Im counting chips Im smoking cookies feel like famous Amos
Bout that bread nothin sweet oh no this aint a danish
All I hang around is shottas i think im Jamaican
That money talk im talking back oh yea we well acquainted
Im counting chips Im smoking cookies feel like famous Amos
How he make it to the top he from the bottom aint it
You can check my rap sheet I aint gotta fake it
That money talk im talking back oh yea we well acquainted
Im counting chips Im smoking cookies feel like famous Amos
Bout that bread nothin sweet oh no this aint a danish
All I hang around is shottas i think im Jamaican
That money talk im talking back oh yea we well acquainted
Im counting chips Im smoking cookies feel like famous Amos
You can check my rap sheet I aint gotta fake it
That money talk im talking back oh yea we well acquainted
Im counting chips Im smoking cookies feel like famous Amos
Bout that bread nothin sweet oh no this aint a danish
All I hang around is shottas i think im Jamaican
That money talk im talking back oh yea we well acquainted
Im counting chips Im smoking cookies feel like famous Amos
Im counting money smoking reefer at the same time
A nigga like me now thats something that you cant find
Bad bitch, thick hips, slim waist line
Just to keep her gotta treat her like she aint mine
In a room full of suckas I feel outta place
I run the streets all day and night but still im outta shape
Im filling right i keep a spliff up in left hand
Im counting money never counting on the next man
Big cheese yea my pockets full of sharp cheddar
Hot boy still cooler than the fall weather
All my niggas put in work thats ball together
I never carry dead weight im not a pallbearer
Money talkin tell me something that i aint know
Im respected in them sections that you cant go
I was trapping then I woke up in the same clothes
Bitch I whip it till its off the chain like django
How he make it to the top he from the bottom aint it
You can check my rap sheet I aint gotta fake it
That money talk im talking back oh yea we well acquainted
Im counting chips Im smoking cookies feel like famous Amos
Bout that bread nothin sweet oh no this aint a danish
All I hang around is shottas i think im Jamaican
That money talk im talking back oh yea we well acquainted
Im counting chips Im smoking cookies feel like famous Amos
How he make it to the top he from the bottom aint it
You can check my rap sheet I aint gotta fake it
That money talk im talking back oh yea we well acquainted
Im counting chips Im smoking cookies feel like famous Amos
Bout that bread nothin sweet oh no this aint a danish
All I hang around is shottas i think im Jamaican
That money talk im talking back oh yea we well acquainted
Im counting chips Im smoking cookies feel like famous Amos
Writer: Justin Bradley
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid