Get the money then I’m gone, paid all of my dues
Young as hell but alone, gotta get a clue
Trapped in your black lies ain’t with the truth
Old money, old ride, ain’t nothin new
Trappin’ with dracos and Glocks, count the chop too
Reminiscin’ every sh#t we cannot undo
Realize dark is bright, hide from the doom
Absence of the light, dead in the room
Everything happens for a reason
I’ve been buying cars every season
If you lived under my neck, it’d be freezin’
Better runaway from the demons
They been selling rerock, b#tch see my swag in my droptop
All of these b#tches tryna give me top
I’m with the squad, yeah, that’s how we rock
I make lotta M’s, too much you can’t stand
Oh, you think I’m playin’, go ask Johnny Dane
Boogers in my fangs, got tats on my face
Got ice in my drank, no Benjamin Frank
b#tches get slain, b#tches get played
All for the money, yeah, b#tches get paid
b#tches they late, b#tches they made
b#tches complain for everything you make
b#tches want guap, b#tches want c#ck
Born with the money my b#tches all pop
My album won’t sell, I know it’ll flop
But you wanna know, I don’t give a f#ck
Countin’ different bands, life is good, dawg
Wanna make me fade away with the blunt fog
All these b#tches fake, they all dig gold
Know your home b#tch wanna deep throat
Get the money then I’m gone, paid all of my dues
Young as hell but alone, gotta get a clue
Trapped in your black lies ain’t with the truth
Old money, old ride, ain’t nothin new
Trappin’ with dracos and Glocks, count the chop too
Reminiscin’ every sh#t we cannot undo
Realize dark is bright, hide from the doom
Absence of the light, dead in the room
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Rolze Lyrics – BLACK LIES
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