I’mma hit it i’mma get it
I’mma bag it then i flip it
I’mma double up this mothaf#cka
Just made a stack and then i split it with my f#ckin’ brother
b#tch i’m addicted to these numbers fiending for the money
n#gg# count that bag f#ck all the jokes you know this sh#t ain’t funny
Cold cuts for dinner through the winter that’s when times got ugly
Used to rob the subway where my b#tch worked cause we f#ckin’ hungry
Now the cash come fast and that same b#tch don’t even f#ckin’ love me
So i’m smokin’ lovely trying to forget about your f#ckin’ name
Spittin’ words on beats i’m trying to get up out the f#ckin’ game
See these racks stickin’ out my pants still f#ckin’ look like i came to f#cking slang?
n#gg#s want my brain because the whole world finna know my name
You know the business
Countin’ cash
Got my mind hypnotized
Dollar signs
Girl look into my eyes
Glock nine
When i sleep i’m traumatized
Loyalty over love b#tch don’t tell me lies
Countin’ cash
Got my mind hypnotized
Dollar signs
Girl look into my eyes
Glock nine
When i sleep i’m traumatized
Loyalty over love b#tch don’t tell me lies
Smoke g {verse}
10 bands for the re up
I’mma take this block over
Face numb …
And lil baking soda
Pockets fat as f#ck
Watch me double up
Hoe my soldiers down to ball these haters still can’t f#ck with us
Duck duck duck buck!
Suck my dick
I bet the city losin’ f#ckin’ with this blokka sh#t
I bet these n#gg#s mad keep on hatin’ y’all ain’t stoppin’ sh#t
All my brothers bout that sh#t
They really out here poppin’ sh#t
Like f#ck you and them p#ss# m#th*rf#ck*rs that you rockin’ with
Big banks leave you traumatized
You trying to stay alive but everybody gotta die
Dollar signs on my mind all i do is grind
Before you get these stacks i swear you’ll get this baby nine
Rest in peace
To all my brothers buried 6 feet
We stay reppin’ for the real ones who forever keep it g
Got a hundred motherf#ckas that done tried to murder me
And a million motherf#ckas who done probably heard of me
Got a couple bad b#tches that be swangin’ on the d
Suckas outta pocket must not know that p#ss#’s free
Twist my fingers throw it up, i’m a lobo from the 3
Road runnin’ for this paper all i know is get the green
Got a couple bad b#tches that be swangin’ on my d
Suckas outta pocket must not know that p#ss#’s free
Twist my fingers throw it up, i’m a lobo from the 3
Road runnin’ for this paper all i know is get the green
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