Pre

It's money

It's money

It's money

It's money

It's money

All day

All day






Baby girl, what you want to do?

Hop in this '
Cedes, girl

She like where we going to

A new life, new world

Pop that molly, we hard-body

Glocks hot as Kemosabe

He said that he wanted beef

So we fed him hollows and got it popping

Fear and ego is the enemy

You ain't got to pretend with me

I need the wool, I'ma skin the sheep

And take the bull, skin it to the meat

You full of shit, we in too deep

I do this, she knew the deet

Like two feet, Flare two time

She wanna kick it like Bruce Lee

Brought you in, I'll take you out

Ball like Tim then I weighed it out

It's no work, we sling through droughts

The life of me, I'm just hanging out

Don't get comfortable and lay on the couch

I don't wanna see your ass laying down

Pop that pussy, twerk some

'
Cause most of these bitches work for nothing

Paid your dues, while you're Paid In Full

I can't wait to win, you wait to lose

Your mind of a failure, hate rules

When you settle for what you hate to do

I go the extra mile, I'm with the extras

Extended clips shoot through your necklace

Leave you breathless, that Tec is restless

'
Cause All My Children need the best, bitch

I need that Rothschild money, the top is sunny

I seen the light, and you blocked it from me

But I found my way to the top, I'm coming

Got that smack-dab base, like a rock-star drummer






I'm a problem to niggas

Pop artillery, the carbon is with 'em

Starving to hit 'em, spar with a nigga

Just watch, I'ma kill 'em all in a minute

It's the ticket-dodging aristocrat

New bitch, whip with the system slaps

Mister slide in and skimp the sack

Nigga hit the function with a pick and axe

My nigga, miss me with the bullshit

Right here, right ear got a Pesto blunt

Why that shit got a young nigga Velcro stuck

Why your bitch go down when the sess go up

Hard as armed services, y'all might have heard of him

Escobarbarian, best call the lawyers up

Bruh, the broad Aryan, know the squad loiterers

Not with the grain and these bitch niggas' wishes

Dealt with addiction, fell for the bitch with the

Pale butter skin who just packed up and dipped

In the land of the rent-less, stand with my chips

In a stack and a grin, fuck 'em